Ultimate boredom
I am so bored.
Urgh, so noisy.
15 mins more to end of work.
I want my pillow and bed.
Mom went shopping nearby and threatened to come by my work place.
I feel fat and ugly.
Maybe I should quit.
I think I’m PMS-ing.
Nobody entertained me today.
Skipped “lunch” ‘cos I thought I wasn’t hungry, but I’m starving now.
I feel like playing sims 3.
I miss Agnes!
I need to meet her up soon!
Should I cab home?
Ok, 10 mins to end of work.
I shall pretend I’m working.
Goodbye.
