I FUCKING HATE 6.30 STARTS.
WITH A FUCKING PASSION.
GAH.
It hurts more because my mate lucked out, got a random shift at 11 in the morning last week on some easy part of the warehouse, and they were like "Cool, we'll take him all next week". He's doing 9 till end. So like, 9 till 4ish. Which is lovely hours
I've laughed at some of the most horrific things the internet can provide, and yet I still gag at the sight or smell of marmite.
Vegemite for you yank bastards.
I think what I may do is upload a bunch of music to Megaupload for you...at least that Absurd/Sigorblot/GBK split. I totally owe you that one and still feel like a shit for sending out a bunk copy.