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Another eventful day at the mortgage company. I have officially become the most bored person in the entire world. Did you know that Tori Spelling has extreme cellulite on her 31 year old thighs? Or that Daryl Hannah only has half of a finger? Stranger than fiction, for sure. Two Star magazines, 3 bottles of water, 93845734 pieces of tissue for my nose, approximately 6 hours of internet surfage and 30 minutes of spinning around in this ergonomic swivel chair. THAT is all that I have accomplished today. And I fear that this will be my fate for tomorrow.
I went home for lunch. Mainly because I have no loot until tommorrow's am. I walk in and my mother takes one short look at me and tells me, `you look like shit.` To which I respond with a `thanks.` But it made me want to cry. She rarely says that to me. But then she went on this whole fucking rampage about how I was dressing like a slob and how everyone in my office probably thought that my clothing choice was indicative of my behaivor. No. Sorry. You lose. I wasn't even wearing anything too casual. I had on a light blue button down shirt and this skirt that has like, a painting of shit on it in greens and pinks and blues and these like, Indian-inspired sandals that don't make my feet lok like humongous creatures attached to my body. I thought it was a cute outfit. I don't know why I am wasting an entire paragraph on this. I don't care all THAT much, but let's be honest, it pissed me off. So I changed my shirt to a charcoal gray thingamajig and my sandals to intrcately woven fake tan leather sandals. Whoa. Okay the buck stops here with this paragraph. Hello superficiality.
This entry is going to be long because what else do I have to do right now? We did karaoke more than once this week. That's downright insane. I can't sing (AND GOOD THING!) because of this awesome sinus shit that I got goin on in and around my schnozz. How exactly do you spell that word, anyway? It's super gross. I have to blow huge piles of snot out like, every 3.2 minutes but atleast it is turning clear. My mom is trying to get me to take this perscription pack. Z-pack? I don't know. But we all know that I can barely take an advil without freaking the fuck out. Where was I going with the karaoke bit? I don't even know. But I sort of don't have anything else to talk about. Mainly because I don't want to publicly write certain events and stuff. Or at least, not right this moment. My `trainer` likes to sit next to me and read the things I write on the computer and it freaks me out. Did I mention she also sits right next to me and crunches ice? Does she not get it that I HATE THE SOUND OF ICE CRUNCHING! It sends chills down my spine and I want to turn around and chop off her head with a battle axe and then watch blood spurt out of the stump that is her neck. I was a little graphic there. How fun. Okay bye!
3 tangible things you've recently misplaced;;
my i.d. (yet again)
a telephone number of someone i was supposed to call. those damn small pieces of paper.
my hairbrush.
3 non-tangible things you've recently misplaced;;
my ability to speak in sense.
my health!
creativity. :[
3 awesome things, tangible or no, you've recently found;;
Tori Spelling has cellulite.
Old photographs of my grandmother (dad's side. the polish one.) smiling and fishing.
That I actually have some sort of confidence.
3 things you're happy about not having;;
bills to pay.
a missing finger.
a disease!
3 things you'll never be able to live without;;
knowledge.
entertainment.
funds for my entertainment.
I went home for lunch. Mainly because I have no loot until tommorrow's am. I walk in and my mother takes one short look at me and tells me, `you look like shit.` To which I respond with a `thanks.` But it made me want to cry. She rarely says that to me. But then she went on this whole fucking rampage about how I was dressing like a slob and how everyone in my office probably thought that my clothing choice was indicative of my behaivor. No. Sorry. You lose. I wasn't even wearing anything too casual. I had on a light blue button down shirt and this skirt that has like, a painting of shit on it in greens and pinks and blues and these like, Indian-inspired sandals that don't make my feet lok like humongous creatures attached to my body. I thought it was a cute outfit. I don't know why I am wasting an entire paragraph on this. I don't care all THAT much, but let's be honest, it pissed me off. So I changed my shirt to a charcoal gray thingamajig and my sandals to intrcately woven fake tan leather sandals. Whoa. Okay the buck stops here with this paragraph. Hello superficiality.
This entry is going to be long because what else do I have to do right now? We did karaoke more than once this week. That's downright insane. I can't sing (AND GOOD THING!) because of this awesome sinus shit that I got goin on in and around my schnozz. How exactly do you spell that word, anyway? It's super gross. I have to blow huge piles of snot out like, every 3.2 minutes but atleast it is turning clear. My mom is trying to get me to take this perscription pack. Z-pack? I don't know. But we all know that I can barely take an advil without freaking the fuck out. Where was I going with the karaoke bit? I don't even know. But I sort of don't have anything else to talk about. Mainly because I don't want to publicly write certain events and stuff. Or at least, not right this moment. My `trainer` likes to sit next to me and read the things I write on the computer and it freaks me out. Did I mention she also sits right next to me and crunches ice? Does she not get it that I HATE THE SOUND OF ICE CRUNCHING! It sends chills down my spine and I want to turn around and chop off her head with a battle axe and then watch blood spurt out of the stump that is her neck. I was a little graphic there. How fun. Okay bye!
3 tangible things you've recently misplaced;;
my i.d. (yet again)
a telephone number of someone i was supposed to call. those damn small pieces of paper.
my hairbrush.
3 non-tangible things you've recently misplaced;;
my ability to speak in sense.
my health!
creativity. :[
3 awesome things, tangible or no, you've recently found;;
Tori Spelling has cellulite.
Old photographs of my grandmother (dad's side. the polish one.) smiling and fishing.
That I actually have some sort of confidence.
3 things you're happy about not having;;
bills to pay.
a missing finger.
a disease!
3 things you'll never be able to live without;;
knowledge.
entertainment.
funds for my entertainment.