Meredith: You don't get to call me a whore. When I met you, I thought I had found the person that I was going to spend the rest of my life with. I was done. So all the boys and all the bars and all the obvious daddy issues, who cared, because I was done. You left me. You chose Addison. I'm all glued back together now. I make no apologies for how I chose to repair what you broke. You don't get to call me a whore.
greys anatomy

http://www.news.com.au/perthnow/story/0,21598,20181317-2761,00.html

Thats what they never warn you about, you know.In the midst of my adventures, discovering Perth and travelling alone to and from job hunts, it didnt occur to me that danger could be at my doorstep,literally, at 6.50 am yesterday, and see how it says Kent Street? I live at 209 Kent Street, and its right beside where I live. The flat that was broken intp is flat 41. Im at flat 6. The laundry room is about a hundred metres from me. And the girl punched is my friend.

You know,Ive been doing fairly risky things. Going via bus to the clubbing areas, walking around late looking for a taxi back. Taking the bus and train alone when Im on a job hunt. Walking back from friends accomodations late at night alone.

Ive been pretty lucky so far, and now Ive smartened up and I hope I can be even luckier still. Dont get me wrong, Ive heard the horror stories and I knew to be careful but Ive been fairly ignorant. It just hits home when it happens to a friend, thats all.In other news, none of the restaurant jobs I wanted wanted me.

Seems I am incapable of being a waitress.

I just couldnt handle being bossed around :P

So hah at the fact that I got a 9 to 5 office job. HAH.In your face, bitchy restaurant boss woman! HAHA!

Everyone says Im lucky as yay, I dont have to sell burgers or fry fries or clothes!


Ahem.

I hope I can handle working while studying.