I got back from Thailand a couple hours ago, It cost me 2400 au dollars and about 700 spending.
I went to celebrate my eighteenth birthday with my friends as I had saved up the money and did know what to do with it.
before going into detail about my trip I wanna talk about my life so around 3 months ago, I was washing dishes probably the millionth one in my time at my local tavern as I was a kitchen hand. I wanted a no brains job so I could think about uni studies whilst I worked and in slow times I would write important sentences thought of down. as I had stuffed my pockets full of my nights sentences ready to leave me and my coworkers exchange one sided banter well I got harassed by them telling me to stop writing shit down and start talking to a female co worker that kinda obviously had a crush on me and well *sarcastically* Im pretty fucking great with chicks so I had spoken to her and said if she wants to talk or something to text me so lah de da me being polite to a nice girl whom I wasn’t interested in becomes a workplace gossip wave, and I had decided to talk to my supervisor (the one who started it) extremely politely and tell him it was not appropriate to be saying such (he was being a **** and sexually harassing me and this poor girl) inappropriate things about me and her.
I go home, wake up and I don’t have a job.
well fuck, I had already booked this fucking trip and now its going to be depressing as fuck because I’m going to have to be the cheapest prick ever. day finishes no one knows I lost my shit job and five of my “friends” cancel so its just me and my brother and one friend that I barely know.
I feel like This is enough writing for me today I might write another part tomorrow
I writing this so when my laptop gets looked through after I do it my family see how happy go lucky guy really felt or my lifes story from my perspective probs going to be going backwards in time to way earlier in the next one, feel like they just relate that way. also its a way to procrastinate doing it