It's getting hot in here

No relevance in the title, I hate titling things these days, used to love it, it just IS really hot in here.

Golly, my moisturiser smells gooooood. Pomegranate 'flavoured'. I wanna eat my elbows now. Anyway.

Lucy just texted me and asked if I would make a shirt for the guy she was having an affair with, and I almost laughed. It surprised me, both that she did ask and that I immediately thought 'No fucking way'. I thought I would be open to all requests, and be stoked people wanting anything from me, but apparently not (I have standards?). Of course, when I told her politely 'I'd rather not', she replyed with 'I didn't expect you'd want to, but he wanted me to ask'. Which is just fucking typical. Her knowing me better than I know myself, that is. It baffles me. But you gotta love it.

Work is getting stupid, things not being done, admin-wise. I fucking hate it. Still, it's better now than it was before, at least I don't feel like I'm about to get fired any second. Sigh. I wish I could go work for Love Police and never have to think about that place again...

Music: Gomez on Morning Becomes Eclectic 06 & 98
Mood: Meh
Goal for tomorrow : Post Sara's Christmas present, and Tea's package, and find Chamboo's... it's so totally around here somewhere, I swear. Oh, and finish Jefe's birthday present.
Word of the day: Chocolate
Stuck in my Head: Zombie bassline again.