aw.... my friends have potty mouths lol
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aw... I cannot read my friends' entries because the library is prude.
Things are coming together nicely. I have my living room all feng-shuied out and Sharkbait and Mr. Miyagi (our beta fish) are happily situated in their bowls. Mr. Miyagi finally started eating again, but if I feed him more than two pellets he tends to throw it up.
I've been feeling strangely optimistic as of late. I don't know if it's just a hormonal thing or if I really feel inspired, but even though there are so many bad things happening in the world, I can't help but think how beautiful everything is... despite my respiratory problems recently because all the bad air is trapped in the valley. (Scott says this is called an "inversion" but I have really no idea how it works or what it is.)
Scott and I have been addicted to the x-files and we've been watching all the seasons together (Kirsten would be so proud). Anyways, they always end up freaking me out and I have to turn on all the lights when I'm going through my apartment.
Ugh, I'm such a terrible house wife. I spend all my time on the internet instead of at home cleaning.
Man, I really thought I had something worth writing about, but I spent a ton of time on facebook and myspace that I think I forgot what I was going to write about in the first place.
Oh, I started an awesome series by Terry Goodkind. I'm on the second book called, "Stone of Tears." It's really good, a fantasy must read. Although, it does tend to get a little gruesome at times, but after a while, whether good or bad, the reader becomes desensitized to it.
I work next to two middle school girls. They sit a couple of cubicles over and I always hear things like, "She's such a dork," "She's so fat," "I saw her at Wal-Mart and gave her a dirty look. I soooo hate her. I can't believe it, but she was wearing a horizontal striped green t-shirt, what a fatty," and on and on...
Anyways, when these girls moved over and disrupted my perfect Utopia of empty cubicles to my right, I knew there was going to be trouble, and trouble there was. . .
I knew they didn't like me from the get-go. I remember walking up to my desk and having the distinct feeling I was being stared at, of course, when I look up I find those two staring at me and giving me dirty looks. One time, I even overheard them talking about how they thought it was stupid that I ate yogurt in my cubicle all the time (I guess what I did with my own personal space and time was subject to their personal attacks and criticism). One time, I even came into the breakroom, and sat at a table near them. You could've heard a pin-drop in the room it was so quiet. I remember I just sat there, completely un-intimidated by them and just ate as if no one was in the room. There is a power about not giving a damn of what a couple of bitches think about you. I even remember half-smiling at them and meeting their eyes, which they quickly turned away from me.
But one day, something odd happened...
When I first started working at my company, I bought a few things for my cubicle. I got a paper holder, some notebooks, and a bucket I bought at the dollar store to use as a waste basket. Anyways, so I have this bucket next to my desk, and I've been using it for a good 5 months when one day, when I have to throw away a piece of paper, it's gone. So I start using Clint's garbage can, and he sits a couple cubicles away from me. Then, about two days later, I look over, and guess who's STOLEN my bucket? That's right, the two perpetual middleschool girls. That really pissed me off. I mean, granted it was only a dollar. But it was my bucket, all right? Mine.
So I wait for wicked witch and tubby [names have been changed to better represent the nature of these girls] to leave on a break and I snatch it back. When they come back, this is what I heard (and they made sure I heard this too).
Tubby: Let's just get our own garbage can.
Wicked Witch: Yeah. It's better than a stupid bucket anyways.
I couldn't believe the maturity level of what I was hearing, so I just laughed out loud. It was hilarious. I think my happy mood pissed them off even more, so the dirty looks have increased by about 100% in frequency.
Anyways, life is good.
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aw... I cannot read my friends' entries because the library is prude.
Things are coming together nicely. I have my living room all feng-shuied out and Sharkbait and Mr. Miyagi (our beta fish) are happily situated in their bowls. Mr. Miyagi finally started eating again, but if I feed him more than two pellets he tends to throw it up.
I've been feeling strangely optimistic as of late. I don't know if it's just a hormonal thing or if I really feel inspired, but even though there are so many bad things happening in the world, I can't help but think how beautiful everything is... despite my respiratory problems recently because all the bad air is trapped in the valley. (Scott says this is called an "inversion" but I have really no idea how it works or what it is.)
Scott and I have been addicted to the x-files and we've been watching all the seasons together (Kirsten would be so proud). Anyways, they always end up freaking me out and I have to turn on all the lights when I'm going through my apartment.
Ugh, I'm such a terrible house wife. I spend all my time on the internet instead of at home cleaning.
Man, I really thought I had something worth writing about, but I spent a ton of time on facebook and myspace that I think I forgot what I was going to write about in the first place.
Oh, I started an awesome series by Terry Goodkind. I'm on the second book called, "Stone of Tears." It's really good, a fantasy must read. Although, it does tend to get a little gruesome at times, but after a while, whether good or bad, the reader becomes desensitized to it.
I work next to two middle school girls. They sit a couple of cubicles over and I always hear things like, "She's such a dork," "She's so fat," "I saw her at Wal-Mart and gave her a dirty look. I soooo hate her. I can't believe it, but she was wearing a horizontal striped green t-shirt, what a fatty," and on and on...
Anyways, when these girls moved over and disrupted my perfect Utopia of empty cubicles to my right, I knew there was going to be trouble, and trouble there was. . .
I knew they didn't like me from the get-go. I remember walking up to my desk and having the distinct feeling I was being stared at, of course, when I look up I find those two staring at me and giving me dirty looks. One time, I even overheard them talking about how they thought it was stupid that I ate yogurt in my cubicle all the time (I guess what I did with my own personal space and time was subject to their personal attacks and criticism). One time, I even came into the breakroom, and sat at a table near them. You could've heard a pin-drop in the room it was so quiet. I remember I just sat there, completely un-intimidated by them and just ate as if no one was in the room. There is a power about not giving a damn of what a couple of bitches think about you. I even remember half-smiling at them and meeting their eyes, which they quickly turned away from me.
But one day, something odd happened...
When I first started working at my company, I bought a few things for my cubicle. I got a paper holder, some notebooks, and a bucket I bought at the dollar store to use as a waste basket. Anyways, so I have this bucket next to my desk, and I've been using it for a good 5 months when one day, when I have to throw away a piece of paper, it's gone. So I start using Clint's garbage can, and he sits a couple cubicles away from me. Then, about two days later, I look over, and guess who's STOLEN my bucket? That's right, the two perpetual middleschool girls. That really pissed me off. I mean, granted it was only a dollar. But it was my bucket, all right? Mine.
So I wait for wicked witch and tubby [names have been changed to better represent the nature of these girls] to leave on a break and I snatch it back. When they come back, this is what I heard (and they made sure I heard this too).
Tubby: Let's just get our own garbage can.
Wicked Witch: Yeah. It's better than a stupid bucket anyways.
I couldn't believe the maturity level of what I was hearing, so I just laughed out loud. It was hilarious. I think my happy mood pissed them off even more, so the dirty looks have increased by about 100% in frequency.
Anyways, life is good.