Some folks are morning people - I never was one of those

[klena]

Woah, it's nearly a month since I posted. What's up with that?

I don't have much to say my friends. Isn't that sad?

Still going out with Matt.
Definitely going to Leeds (my confirmation was accepted).
Applied for my student loan.
Started going out lieh woah.
Haven't been drawing as much

Yet. I dunno. I'm restless. Probably because I've been working in McDonalds flat out the past while and I'm realising it's July. Fucking July. Huh, funny that. And my mood's have been suffering because of it. I'm finding that I can't handle things like I used to, that I snap and just give up so much more easily. I even had problems smiling at customers the past week or so. Yipes.

Also I burst into tears on my dad and wailed about going away last week. I think it's hitting me a little more than I thought it would.

I think I might need a break.

But I have news~!

Tomorrow will be 9 months in McDonalds!!

Praise? Jeering? Crack!McDonalds porn? waxrose, sweetie, I'm looking at you! All are welcome.

So what about all of you? How goes your summer?

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[waxrose.livejournal.com]

You're only getting this because I think you're cute. :D Happy burgerversary, woobie-boo! *huggles* S'not exactly crack...actually, I'm not quite sure what it is. :D But here it is, all the same:

"This place is all about the experience," James announced, pushing up his glasses with one ketchup-smeared finger, as he used his free hand to steal a handful of Peter's fries.

"Well, it certainly can't be about the food," Remus muttered, "It all looks a bit dodgy." He was systematically dismantling and re-layering what Sirius had called a "Big Mac", carefully setting aside the two little pickles and wiping the excess ketchup off his bun with a napkin.

"Come on, Moony, it's an adventure!" Sirius protested, stealing one of the rejected pickle slices. "Muggle quick food, yeah?"

"'Sides, you're less likely to get stomach poisoning here than at Padfoot's flat, eating whatever concoction he might try," James added.

"I like it," Peter piped up, mouth half-full of hamburger. "Go on, Remus, stop picking it apart."

Remus stared across the small, plastic table at Sirius, who was carefully eating his fries one at a time, grinning with a maniacal look in his eye. Finally, he sighed.

"Have it your way," he agreed, picking up the burger and carefully taking a bite.