green tea is really that girl...

seeing friends in person saying they wanna meet up again soon etc etc. and then the following day they won't even acknowledge a message from u is such a whiplash i cant ever get used to it...

the unique horridness of working on the till stressed af cos there's not enough staff, machines going wrong, feet ache cos you've been stood there 6h, headache from lack of drinks, with people are constantly like 'hiyah you alright love' and you have to be like 'yeah thanks are you x' its one thing doing the unrelenting retail work but the constant strangers asking how you are when they're not actually interested/you can't really be honest and moan is silly af. maybe this is in England maybe cashiers elsewhere are like 'im very unhappy. how are you? need a bag?'

feel like pure shit I asked in the art shop for Fixative. fixative. ''for charcoal drawings on paper'' and the lady confidently told me this can of multi purpose stuff would do the trick. stupidly said yea ok I'll take it. 10.fucking pound. tried it on my drawing at home and it's Varnish! looks like drops of oil on mi paper nauuurrrrr!!!!!!!!!!!

catching up with things I never thought I could have...