Bollocks

We left at twelve, my birthday present from my dad arrived 45 minutes afterwards.

Kind of sums up today.

Waste.
Of.
Time.

My shift at work ended in an argument over something stupid and has left me in a mood. If its brought up tomorrow a lot will be said and I don't think people will like it. I'm so fed up of that place.

If anyone around the Canterbury area can offer me a job, please let me know. Genuinely asking for this right now.

Merry fucking Christmas indeed. Sick of it.