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I spent basically the whole day doing this so I can paint it as part of my art folio. Exciting.
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Get out. You can’t not eat haggis. I just had a spicy haggis supper drowned in salt and vinegar with a glass of Irn Bru and it was the best thing I’ve eaten in weeks.
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Why can’t I be more eloquent?
Most of my rants are barely comprehensible.
Why can’t people be respectful or courteous to other people? I’m fed up of people talking shit to me at work or school because I either work in a call centre and have dared to call them on a Sunday to ask if they can give a few pounds to charity or because I’m ‘inferior’ to them. This week, I’ve come to the conclusion that the vast majority of people shouldn’t exist. Most of the people at school are pretentious and up themselves. It’s unbelievable how irritating they are. They think because they’re better than everyone else, they can take the piss out of people they’ve never even had a proper conversation with, or insult their boyfriend, who they’ve never met. It’s the same with most of the people I call, they have no idea who I am, most of the time they don’t even listen to what my name is. Admittedly, I have no idea who they are but I’m polite and I try to be as friendly as possible but they still think it’s okay to be rude or scream/shout at me because I’m putting them through the hassle of answering the phone. Maybe if I was trying to pressure them into parting with thousands of pounds to have their driveway mono-blocked or their garden landscaped I could understand, but I’m calling to ask if they would like to donate their loose change to charity. What’s wrong with being nice? A few of the people I’ve phoned have good reason to not want to talk to me. I spoke to a women who had lost her son when he was born and had recently lost her job when I was working on one of the children’s charities. Instead of shouting at me for calling her when she didn’t have any money, we had a really lovely conversation for 20 minutes about all of the good work that the charity does. It didn’t matter that she couldn’t afford to donate anything. It’s always the nice people who have the worst luck and the people who need to remove their heads from their arses seem to have no trouble at all.
Why aren’t the moomins on telly anymore? They were the best thing about being a kid.
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Capri, Italy.
