So fucked up.
Sure the ditching my mom in Blacktown while looking for a job in Parramatta was awesome. But all hell broke loose after meeting up with Michelle at Blacktown. Some slut taxxed her bag and we walked for five hours all over the shops looking in every bin and bathroom for her bag while the Blacktown Security guy (whom is now our friend :] ) checked the surveillance tapes. So after legging it to the cop shop, then security, cop shop, security, ANZ bank, security and CHASING A VERY SUSS WOMAN WHO FIT THE DESCRIPTION OF SLUTWHOSTEALSBAGS... we had nothing. And no bag.
Then after we saw Michelle leave on the bus, Jelly and me decided to hang out for a bit, leaving the bus tunnel just as the charming sound of the fire alarm system went off ! The shutters closed on us, blocking us from the way out to the sttn as well as getting stuck in the area with the supposedly burning bus tunnel. In this time of peril, we look out the glassy area to the Subway to our dear friend Scottie, who is just casually making some dude a sub while we have alarms assault our ears. He looks up at us, he looks confused and then he smiles. HE SMILES?! God hes a douche. Eventually, trusty old security dude who helped us before found us a way out and we proceeded to get sugar for tired Dyanne. Then we got Dom and his sister to join us in the lovely mocking of Scott while worked.
Day well spent. Eventful. Sad but eventful. Now I'm tired... *yawn*
Young Padawan should go to bed.
And to the slut that stole Michelle's bag...
YOU'RE SUCH A FUCK !
- dyanne. ♠
'Sorry, I don't speak Abercrombie and Fitch.'
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