Something bittersweet.
So right now I'm at my friend Carrie's ...again. Since my entry below tells how I went to my friend Carrie's house. But I haven't updated for awhile. Carebear's on the phone to one of her 1000 boyfriends :D I'm sleeping over. I just got up to have cereal, because I never ate dinner tonight and I worked out, so I was empty of everything. Well..I was in a creative mood, so I started writing..I'm just going to paste what I have of it in here, so I can save it...
I crossed the street hurriedly in an attempt to make it to work 10 minutes too late, which in my case, would be earlier than usual. I didn’t even have time to stop for a cappuccino on my way to work this morning. I could already tell that my day wasn’t going to be turning out for the best, what with having an outfit all planned out and then spilling a glass of orange juice on myself at breakfast. Don’t ask me how I manage these things. My mother always said I was her little accident-waiting-to-happen. I always pouted and moaned at this, but couldn’t begrudge the fact that she was right. I just happen to have a habit of messing things up, but only the small things that can be picked up and thrown away or washed away with a bit of stain remover. Nothing too serious. So anyways, I walked into my office building, smiled at the new receptionist and hit the ‘up’ arrow for the elevator. As it opened up, Jake, the ever so lovely sports columnist put on a wide eyed grin and spoke aloud “Well
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So now I'm gonna go talk with my friend and catch some ZzZz's..
Night everyone .:*
Ness xx
I crossed the street hurriedly in an attempt to make it to work 10 minutes too late, which in my case, would be earlier than usual. I didn’t even have time to stop for a cappuccino on my way to work this morning. I could already tell that my day wasn’t going to be turning out for the best, what with having an outfit all planned out and then spilling a glass of orange juice on myself at breakfast. Don’t ask me how I manage these things. My mother always said I was her little accident-waiting-to-happen. I always pouted and moaned at this, but couldn’t begrudge the fact that she was right. I just happen to have a habit of messing things up, but only the small things that can be picked up and thrown away or washed away with a bit of stain remover. Nothing too serious. So anyways, I walked into my office building, smiled at the new receptionist and hit the ‘up’ arrow for the elevator. As it opened up, Jake, the ever so lovely sports columnist put on a wide eyed grin and spoke aloud “Well
............
So now I'm gonna go talk with my friend and catch some ZzZz's..
Night everyone .:*
Ness xx