Jul 18, 2010 17:49
+ Creepy, sluggish guy at work, please stop asking every woman working there if she's single (and if her husband is jealous). You're looking for a skivvy wife, we got it. But, first you're creepy and sluggish; second, it's none of your business. Office = work. Yes, some of us chit-chat a bit a lot, but we've known each other for years and are used to our respective levels of creepiness, which in no way can rival yours.
+ And since I'm mentioning work, I can't decide if I'm too dumb or too smart for what I'm currently doing. I'm going to flatter myself and my ego and go for "too smart" *g*
+ For sale: baby sister. Bonde hair, blue eyes, pretty and knowing she is, airhead and thinking she's not, 32 but acting 12 (so no matter your age, please be aware she cannot be used as a big sister), high level of self-entitlement. Perfect if you have too much patience and needs someone to burn it out.
+ I want to sleep. For about two weeks, I've been unable to fall asleep before midnight and I've woken up around 5 am. It happens every now and then, and for a few days, I always feel wonderful - I'm-going-to-conquear-the-world-wonderful. Thing is, I'm now at the point where I don't feel wonderful at all anymore, can't even tame my pillow and would give a couple of years of my life to get some actual sleep.
+ Vacations are in two weeks. I'd say \o/ but I'm so tired and indifferent to everything these days that I'm not even sure I care that much or am that impatient. Hopefully, I will be when I get there, though - vacations cannot not be a good thing, right? ^_^
+ I need to read. I can't remember the last time I've opened a book. I can't focus on... anything (*points out above about the "tired and indifferent" part of the current whine*). Even fic writing has been exhausting lately; if you read any of them and felt like it's been spilled out in a bunch twenty-minutes writing spurts... it's because it was the case.
+ Girlie: my nth attempt to grow my hair has failed as spectaculary as all the previous ones. I caved in and, after about nine months of effort, had cut it short. I'd say the heat wave a couple of weeks ago kind of pushed me into the hairdresser's direction...
writing: rant,
ego: moi moi moi,
ego: blablatages,
ego: rant