well, i already knew that my work nickname was “hottie”. *snort* what’s yours? [thanks zannah]
i tried to find a costume to wear today, but i’ve settled for my shiny, red devil’s horns. i almost wore the tail, too; but, i couldn’t be bothered with having to move it about every time i sat down and got up again. i could imagine myself getting it stuck in the chair and then having to drag said chair around with me all day. yeah, i can that.
i tried to put gas in my car this morning on the way to work (after procrastinating getting out of bed for forty minutes — i was so happy lying there!); but, dean was taking up all the room on the side of the pumps i needed so i just chased him down the hill instead. he liked that. i’m sure i’ll hear all about it come friday.
i want to eat everything with my sexy new chopsticks. i wonder how they’ll work with salad…
you, miss gelli, just made my month. *beam*
i hate my job. i’m going shopping.
i’m hungry, cold, i have to pee and i just got a papercut.
there’s an inch-long grey hair sticking out from the top of my head. i just happened to catch it in the right light while admiring my beautiful *snort* self in the bathroom mirror.
“hey, that’s shiny,” i thought. “oh, shit. no!”
with single-minded determination i weeded through my brunette follicles until i grasped the offender. and it escaped. the bastard is taunting me now. it knows it’s too little to be extracted without tweezers. it knows i’m twenty-five kilometres and six hours from my tweezers. it’s laughing at me, enjoying my discomforture at knowing that anyone who happens to glance at my head in just the right way will see it… see my mortality leaking from my skull, one grey hair at a time.
i refuse to go grey before i’m thirty. i may not win the war, but i will win this battle!
i’ve got nothing but straight hair.
it’s too hot in here. i’d take off my fuzzy shirt, but all i have on underneath is my halter bra. i can’t run around in just that unless i’m wearing my plaid pants, and they’re at home. one day i’ll realize that to maintain an optimum hot:cold ratio at the office, i need to dress in layers.
as a result of this heat, i’m unable to concentrate and have spent an inordinate amount of time wandering around talking to people. i’ll have to make up for it tomorrow.
i actually wouldn’t mind being outside s’more, either. i wonder if there’s such a thing as “fall fever”?
i’m going for a walk in the woods at lunch. don’t you wish you were me?
it was unspeakably nice to have daylight while driving to work this morning. i’m going to make a concerted effort to appreciate the phenomenon while i still can. it’s bloody depressing going to work in the dark and coming home in the dark.
i need a clapper.
someone actually used the search feature. they were looking for:
[10/28/01 05:29 PM] [ip] A search was performed for “paige” (411 matches)
she’s just so popular.
i watched victoria & albert yesterday. at the end, i was crying so hard i couldn’t see the tv.
my new feather pillow isn’t all i hoped it would be. according to the package, i have 30 nights to try it out, and if i don’t like it, i can return it. i’ll give it a fair shake, but it’s not quite right, dammit. i was so excited about it, too.
i’ve been on the cute side of homely lately. i’m not asking why. as soon as i do, i’ll slip back further into trollgirlishness.
i *baked* the damn cake.
i bought myself new plaid sheets and a fluffy, feather pillow today. both on sale. i rock!
now, my head hurts and i should have just had the damn cake ’cause i’m eating everything else in sight and not one iota of it is satisfying my craving. not to mention i’m restless and suffering serious boredom. i can’t finish my book until the next in the series comes in to the library. i hoped i’d be able to scoop it today, but i failed in that mission, dammit.
oh. i’m cranky, too.
the good weekend thing? coming up with a semi-decent blog design for edge’s daughter which she actually liked. yay!
i’m going to go get the damn cake now.
i’m craving baked goods; but, i ate brussel sprouts instead.
i had horrible, horrible anxiety dreams all night long. at one point, i woke up shaking from head to foot. it took a lot of twitching and violent blinking to get rid of the image of my little grey kitten falling four stories to his damage. then there was the harry potter-esque storyline where i was being accused of making this girl’s nose grow when i hadn’t even learned any magic yet. i kept being accused of nasty things, and i had no way to prove they weren’t my fault. besides the bad dreams, i had this nagging feeling that i had to be somewhere today so i couldn’t even go back to sleep in peace.
all i can say is thank god for viva puffs & coffee breakfasts.
if you thought “theodore bieberdorf” and “burtland cummings” were unfortunate names, just you wait until you meet…
marlon blando
i nearly died.
i’m so busy at work today! the best part is that it’s not a panicked, rushrushrush busy. it’s just getting a lot done during the day. i’m really enjoying it. now, if it would stop raining by quitting time, i’d call this a damn fine friday.
i want to run around in my purple plaid pants and halter bra like gwen stefani.
ahh… network problems. i love network problems. really! they mean i can’t email or get most of my work done. but, it does mean i can surf the web and read my book! now, if they’d only do something damaging to the netware server, too, i won’t be able to any work at all and might just go home early!
that being said, it’s friday! it’s payday! i’m in love with my new bras! wahoo!
i need a nap.
serves me right that i burned up every residual scrap of creativity i had working on the layout last night and i’m now left without any good words to put in it.
by the way, i want to be cereal.
i think reading the minnesota girls complaints & hearing yesterday on the radio that a ski hill here in bc is the first to open in north america got me preoccupied with the white stuff. most of my dream last night centered around an overnight snowfall and my subsequent panic to scrape the ice off my car and maneouver without killing myself.
snow sucks. well, okay… it doesn’t suck. snow, itself, is awesome. if i didn’t have to commute, or didn’t live atop a hill, or i had a heavier vehicle, or everyone else didn’t pretend driving in it wasn’t treacherous and would be more cautious i’d love it! snow means i have to take the bus. i HATE taking the bus.
as long as the snow stays in my dreams and not on the roads, i’ll be one happy heather this winter.