Jun 25, 2005 20:24
Dear Livejournal,
I'm never on anymore due to my lovely job.
You freaking pizza have to come to papa murphy's sometime because it's SO BORING!!! You would brighten up my day! :)
Do you like my new background and stuff? Lame, I know, not as cool, but I like my pf pic.
So, works been actually getting better. It's boring, but I worked with Micah for the first time on tuesday, and it was so fun cause that kid is hilarious. When he mopped the floor he like did tricks sliding on it and stuff. I'm really starting to fit it, but was a little weirded out when the girl who got fired and I got her job came. THat was weird. I like Eileen the most though I think, we talked without awkward silences yesturday, so that was cool. I actually have to go to a store meeting tonight! UH! Ken won't talk to me anymore. It;s sad because I think he's really cool. Eileen says things are bothering him lately, so that's sad, and I hope it gets better. Someone stole our oven! lol I know, we don't cook the pizza, but we had an oven for us to cook stuff to eat! lol
I've been very bored . . . so very bored.
If Cassie is reading this, i hope you're ok with your surgery and stuff, I've been thinking about you a lot lately. :) I wuv you!
Julie is still my lover even if she doesn't call me! lol
candy and pumpkin pie,
~Thea
P.S. Sherwood is the new most awesome band ever! :
"The Summer Sends Its Love"
By: Sherwood
The summer sends its love to you,
the same as every year.
Across my floor I leave a shadow twenty-five feet long.
The farther down, the less specific I become.
And so with you, the country miles overcast our love.
Oh mountain range, your hills are hard to overcome.
Oooo Oooo Oooo.
The summer sends its love to you,
the same as every year.
But this year I will send mine too,
and wish that you were here.
The central coast is not the same now
the same without you here,
And late night calls
are only daylight souvenirs.
And think of me tonight
when everyone leaves and you're alone,
Think of me tonight,
I'm counting the days until you come home.
The summer sends its love to you,
the same as every year.
But this year I will send mine too,
and wish that you were here.
The summer sends its love to you,
the same as every year.
But this year I will send mine too,
and wish that you were here.
<3