Maaaaaaaaaaaaate.

I haven't had much luck as of late. It's kind of (really) getting me down. I don't really have that bounce-back ability I used to have. I can't really concentrate on anything and don't really see it getting better anytime soon. Working in Tuggeranong probably isn't helping either. Only today I decided to see the slightly amusing side to working downnn south.

1. Nearly every customer I serve inspires me to write a Daniel Clowes-esc comic. Today I had a skinhead from England come into the store and as I was helping him he turned around, giving me a chance to view the large Nike tick inked across his skull. He was really sweet and kept calling me "love", only as he was leaving he said that malls like ours would be filled with "blacks or gangs" in his hometown.

2. I have found a store that is a BILL COSBY SWEATER GOLDMINE. It's amazing. Thirteen clams a piece and you've travelled back to the 80s. It's bliss. I even found disgusting vests that I assume are taken from Chandler Bing's wardrobe.

3. I get to correct people when they say "youse" or "them ones."

4. I can never tell whether the people behind the counter at my coffee shop are related or dating.

It's a bit of worry how ok I am with acid wash jeans these days.

Southside4eva.