another angsty teen fml

There was a time when year 12 didn't matter, what you wore didn't matter, who you associated with didn't matter and all this other random teenage crap wasn't festering in my mind, drowning me in my own thoughts.

Turkey mmmm

Me and my beloved companion have begun our own blog - http://aloadofordinary.blogspot.com/
So if you're in the mood for something (hopefully) entertaining and slightly cynical go check it out. I'll stop now before I sound like a car salesman.

Methinks I should get a job at Nandos. Ever since my wondrous manager scammed me into going partime so he could pay me less, I have been yearning to expand my horizons in the poultary fast food industry. From Red Rooster I'll go to Nandos and from Nandos I may go to Chicken Treat, then to Chooks and then KFC and then Steggles and go forward and open my own chicken farm. My future prospects look promising. I may even begin to move into other poultry industries...mmm turkey.

I don't really understand the point of this blog, it isn't my traditional cynical rant....

Oh the other day was my birthday, I'm 17 now OMG. 17 is such an awkward age. Your not 18 so you can't go clubbing and all that fun shizzzzzzz that involves drunkenly stumbling around Northbridge at 1 in the morning before ending up at maccas with blistered feet, holding your high heels and trying to figure out what to buy with your $2.50 but you all those things you did when you were 16 and younger just don't seem exciting or hold their appeal anymore.

oh well. enjoy your holidays.