Back to normal

Well New Years is over and Earthcore is well and truly over although the nightmarish flashbacks still continue (just ask Seb). Now its time to settle back into normal life with my usual, average, non-special rambling blog entries. Although some of you losers just don’t know when to quit with the quotes thing, by this I mean you start dishing out all the really funny stuff AFTER I’ve published my quote special. So now I will have to subtly (and you all no subtlety is my specialty) sneak them in somewhere later. But even more annoyingly are those people all high with quote-fever, for example:

PERSON X: “Oh oh Svet! Did you hear me say that just then? That was sooo funny Svet, that’s totally quote material. Did you hear it Svet did ya did ya? Do you want me to say it again slowly so you can get it all down? Oh man that was gold!”

ME: “Person X, you ordered an orange juice and some wedges, I’m not writing that down”.

So now that I’m done paying people out, here’s a picture of me and a goat…

I hope you enjoyed that.

Now to bitch about work…This is the closest I’ve come to working full time (unless you count work experience in highschool,but I spent most of my time blushing and giggling at the tattooed guitar freaks at Billy Hydes or eating choc tops at Village Cinema). Work at the moment is Brumby’s, the open shift four days a week. Its killing my soul getting up at 6:30am everyday and remaining “perky” for 6.5 hrs while little kids scream and climb all over the counter and old women bargain over 80cents worth of bread with me. Ive been working at Brumby’s so much that its all I can think about and it’s even finding it’s way into my dreams, example:

As Courtney Taylor-Taylor slid his hand up Svetlana’s thigh he whispered huskily in her ear, “Oh Svetlana I’m so excited about you managing the band from now on, does it show?” His tight, dirty jeans suddenly felt a whole lot tighter as Svetlana pressed her warm lips against his stubbled cheek. He moaned, his head tilting back in ecstasy, and as he moved his long fingers around the curves of her body he pleaded over and over again,
“Can you please slice that Vienna toast slice for me? And don’t put it in a plastic bag please, I want paper. Oh and I only have a 50, do you have change?”

Yeah that’s right, all my dreams end in some bitchy customer, much like all my shifts at work. To be fair though, the staff are extremely nice and treat my really well in comparison to all of the jobs I’ve ever had. Like they let you make coffee for free whenever, which means that I have nervous caffeine twitches all day, and one customer said to my boss “Oh it’s so big of you to branch out and hire “special” people in your shop, keep up the good work.”

Well I’m done for now, to wind things up I’ll say that with Nutella, toast is a waste of time, go straight to a spoon and Alex says that “The best way to find out what something is, is to drink it.” Oh fuck they were supposed to be anonymous right? Ok ok, heres some more “anon” gold…

“You put on a balaclava, then go rob a service station. Then with the money you get from there you go and buy more balaclavas, and you have a whole army of balaclavas”

"Sex with children is awesome, but it's not cool to make jokes about it."

“And if I run out of pads I just tape a cup to myself!”

“Its ok, we’ll just come up with some lies to cover up the lies about the other lies.”

OK bye now, i'll leave you with my memories of New Years Day at The Espy, that being none at all.