KHARMA!

the wheel spins fast.
as I've mentioned, I used to work in T-shirt store. but then I didn't anymore. last week she called though, asking if I wanted to work twice a week. I didn't really get it, nor do I have the time (or will) to spend 2 days á week walkin on needles. And with all the studies (lousy excuse cos I really have been lazy with my reading), I have no time. So I said no.

as I sat on my bed today, pondering about all the nonsense shit that happened this weekend, someone called. I hate when you don't recognize the number.
- hello?
- yeah hi! it's XXXX (bad conexion, I couldn't hear his name)
- who?
- you were at my store a couple of weeks ago..bought a dress..
heavy thinking in my head...
- right!
There is this store here in Uppsala, where they sell clothes solemnly from Argentina. The guy goes to Buenos Aires (Palermo) and buys everything and sells it here. So the day I discovered the store, we started talking, and I gave him my number..if he needed any help.
- yeah I was wondering..Would you like to work here?

a broken heart + a lousy work experience = kharmatic heaven!