To call you an ultra-gungle is...is my wish
The future never really looks too clear, but at least I know everything's going to be all right in general. I guess I can tell because I never really get too upset about anything that happens. I don't know if that's necessarily a good thing, but at least it's comforting to never totally lose my shit.
Work is...interesting. Lovely Kartina is gone, and it's pretty much a sausage party nowadays. Sad. But at least my erstwhile foe-boss and I are pallies now. I guess Jon never really detested me as such. It makes me feel sort of bad for some of the wicked prank dealies I used to pull just to antagonize him. He seems pretty forgivey.
Rob seems to be slipping a bit. I'm worried about him. He isn't used to being as independent as he is being forced to be now. I hope he's all right. I also hope he goes MAD and decides to pay me more than the shit I make.
Where is Stacey? She is out very late tonight, and I am worried that she is being devoured by grues even now. Poor thing.
This is a pretty rambling post. I guess I just felt bad about letting the Secret Online Diary Project slip for a while.
Soon it will be CHRIST-MAS, the pretend birth of KING JESUS. I hope I get many presents so I can learn the true meaning of christmas.
I should away to bed. IN the morning I need to wake up and open the thrice-damned store. I hope I am accosted by criminals so I can go home early.
love to all of my readership. I promise to update more often. I may be lying.
Work is...interesting. Lovely Kartina is gone, and it's pretty much a sausage party nowadays. Sad. But at least my erstwhile foe-boss and I are pallies now. I guess Jon never really detested me as such. It makes me feel sort of bad for some of the wicked prank dealies I used to pull just to antagonize him. He seems pretty forgivey.
Rob seems to be slipping a bit. I'm worried about him. He isn't used to being as independent as he is being forced to be now. I hope he's all right. I also hope he goes MAD and decides to pay me more than the shit I make.
Where is Stacey? She is out very late tonight, and I am worried that she is being devoured by grues even now. Poor thing.
This is a pretty rambling post. I guess I just felt bad about letting the Secret Online Diary Project slip for a while.
Soon it will be CHRIST-MAS, the pretend birth of KING JESUS. I hope I get many presents so I can learn the true meaning of christmas.
I should away to bed. IN the morning I need to wake up and open the thrice-damned store. I hope I am accosted by criminals so I can go home early.
love to all of my readership. I promise to update more often. I may be lying.