old enough to know, young enough to not care..spend most of my time in bed.. thursdays and saturdays in town with kate..but otherwise i'm a:
A=hotel scivvy 1- waitress sacked? me? twice in 4 days? NEVER!
2- kitchen porter
B=youth worker
C=saturday allerton oxfam possy crew member
D=aintree racecourse on call waitress
E=johnsons dry cleaning person haha i got sacked.. after two weeks.. didn't break my record.. shameful!
but still overall dick'ed?gutted about that.. do i even have a life?
Things are strange people are strange, i'm one of them, life's hard, and difficult, things are meant to be worked at, what you want you may never get, what you get are always taken away from you at some point, to be honest all good things, all great things, even the bad things, must always come to an end. But that doesn't mean they shouldn't be enjoyed, loved and lived with.Thats why, i am gonna change, and see every moment as an opportunity, take it by the arse, and shove it into gear, short lived or everlasting i'm planning to enjoy every sodding minute of it.
live life, love life, be life, drink life, smoke life, sleep through life, open your eyes in lifeand just fucking enjoy it!
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People's idea of perfect is their own, there is no definition other than that of a persons mind and heart, people may think more than one is perfect, but to them only one can be their perfection, ideas of perfection change, but at that moment in time, and maybe many moments afterwards, that is their perception, imperfections, are pefections of a person within their own right.
