charlotte says:
it feels like a monday.
today i woke up and felt like a good hearty breakfast to kickstart my morning, so i yelled for my maid. for a full 10 minutes. and none of those pissy, weak shouts, mine was a roar, and it continued on to become a fully-fledged battle cry. after deciding that maid was either ignoring me or oblivious to my caterwauling-
okay it has to be the former. i mean, seriously, have you heard me yell?
so she, under the thundering of the washing machine and the neighbour's lawnmower, couldn't hear me. but she could hear me switching the stove on (yes i learnt how to a coupl'a weeks back. am v v proud of self). like she has a special connection to the stove or something. so she came in from the backyard and asked me why didn't i call her? oh, fuck me. how, HOW (?) can anyone with an iq > 60 presume to pass that off? i was so incredulous, you know what i did?
nothing. (O, if it weren't for the employment of foreign workers act!) but inside i was wishing i was kicking her teeth in.
and while i'm in the mood,
just the other day i saw a woman with the weirdest fringe ever.my drawing actually doesn't look as bad. quite cute really. but it was hideous. i thought maybe her fringe had parted and it wasn't suppose to look that way, but then i caught her admiring her reflection and she seemed pretty damned pleased with it, and so