i had a look at the Rice bowl journals website, specifically the bit where everybody's 'ethnic origin' is China, as is mine. and i noticed that most people have photos of themselves posted, looking all moody and modellar. the thing about that is that if you're just looking around, you're only going to pick to look at a website based on whether you're impressed by the photo or not. well its true. the photo first, and then maybe if you're impressed by the name the author has penned for their webpage. my photo is still pending, but i might have to give it some thought. i'm not exactly an oil painting, but i won't judged on my looks. i think there are too many photos of wan looking specky chinese girls with unremarkeable long black hair as it is.

i worked a bit of a nightmarish day yesterday at Boots (yes, again) in Camden Town. it was non-stop right from the word go, and from 9am to 6.30pm, i didn't sit down once. and to give a picture, its one of those stores that requires two pharmacists on duty, and the other pharmacist was apparently sick, so didn't turn up. plus i didn't have any proper help either. thankfully i had one guy who was a great help when he was there, but he had to leave me to have his breaks and cover other areas of the shop, whilst there were people cueing up at the pharmacy counter waiting to be served, ugh. i was like thinking, what is up with these people? if i saw a cue, i wouldn't waste my time joining it... well, i guess that's what makes me so special. and for some reason i've woken up today at 5am. i think i was subconciously really pissed with this fucker that i sold zovirax cream to, but returned it because he said that it wasn't clear cream, motherfucker. i think i'm just really pissed because i feel pretty certain that he pulled a fast one on me, and i fucking let him, prick. the asshole had paid with this dodgy looking card, and when he returned the zovirax i gave him back the money in cash - i was too stressed to stand there arguing. well, i hope he gets swamped with cold sores, and i hope that he thinks of me and the fact he's zoviraxless. and my legs are totally knackered, i can barely move without wincing in pain. and it was supposed to be such a lovely day today.