i lost my jobs. my boss decided to sell the sandwich shop and the bar only wanted me for the festival. i'm not having the best of luck here and yet i insist on staying. i like it here.
things are a bit strange for me at the moment, hence the appropriate photo (don't piss on me...i love you). it was taken of the bathroom floor at a café i used to go to quite frequently.
funny how things change.
2 comments:
Hæ gamla.
Gott hjá þér stattu fast á þínu, það kemur alltaf eitthvað nýtt til að eyða tímanum í. Og svo verður þú rosa frægur rithöfundur bráðum.
Solla brjóstgóða.
takk fyrir peppið sæta mín :) knúúúús til þín xx
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