Meanwhile, work felt quite bad today, I realised. I'm afraid I don't take well to bullyish characters around people I know as friends. I just know they're pillocks and would love to see them get a short, sharp dose of reality to the back of the head, but alas, with CCTV in the shop I just have to shut up and let the bullies treat my friend with disdain. Mind you, I can just suspend their rental accounts for being scum. This possibility is probably a little more personal than things should be.
...I'll ensure they don't rent much first. Still, you really shouldn't have told me your surname, Master Villar.
I've really lost interest in writing stuff up on there; this is because not much else of interest is occuring here. Nobody's bid on mum's ebay shoes (shock!), nobody wants to sell Advance Wars to our shop (horror!) and life's as random as usual recently. Also because you other people seem to be doing more fun stuff, and I'm enjoying reading to scrawling recently.
Also, it's still too hot. Yet, too hot to even type. I'm melting as I tap away at the keyboard. MELTING.