Failure ... complete and utter failure
My people:
I have failed you. I admit that "sucky" would not be harsh enough term to describe my live journaling.
Should I quit my job? Imagine the stories I'd have then!
9/25/05:
Subject: Bon bons and Passions
Entry: Today I bought the 32 oz. box of bon bons. The frozen kind. I was afraid I wouldn't have time to get them home before they melted if I were to try to walk off the pounds I've put on since quitting my job a month ago, so I drove quickly from store to home. I opened the box to smell the cool aroma of the chocolate - and to revel in the chocolate's ability to hug the frozen vanilla icecream inside. 17 minutes from now today's episode of Passions will air. I can't wait! Will Eugenia leave Bobby? Can Dustin live knowing that Camilla's baby might not be his? How will Maurice find the courage to tell his birth mother about his sex change operation? Oh ... I just can't wait! And then, when Passions is over, I can spend the other 23 hours of my day spread between updating my live journal every hour and napping off-and-on.
Quitting my job was the best thing I've ever done. Although I'm now up to a size 17, I think Mikie's right when he says there's just "More of me to love!". And since I'm home all day and can cook for him too, I'm delighted to see that he, too, has gained an ounce or two.
I'm excited, too, that since were're only living on Mike's school district salary that we'll be moving into our double-wide trailer next week. Mike promised we'd still have enough money for cable (I couldn't live without my daily fix of Passions, could I!?)
Get the message here people? Yes, I work. No, I won't eat bonbons regularly. No, I haven't actually gained THAT much weight.
Instead, I work. My job tonight was supposed to be to come up with 2 insightful, witty sentences for our PR department to use in my upcoming Press Release on the "10 funniest questions asked of the Citywide Concierge". I'm out of ideas! Heck, I'm not out of them, I just don't have time to even THINK of any!
I suppose I could liken the interests of would-be Seattle visitors to be "Broad: everything from history-lovers seeking information on Chief Sealth's statue to commie-haters wondering why we worship Lenin in Fremont".
If only I could incorporate the question of the week: "Does the sun ever set in Seattle?" (from a visitor thinking that we are so close to Alaska that Seattle, too, is part of the "land of the midnight sun".
Isn't the reason we have a PR department so that they can put the witty words INTO my mouth?
Love to all,
Meeeeem
PS: I miss Stefan!
I have failed you. I admit that "sucky" would not be harsh enough term to describe my live journaling.
Should I quit my job? Imagine the stories I'd have then!
9/25/05:
Subject: Bon bons and Passions
Entry: Today I bought the 32 oz. box of bon bons. The frozen kind. I was afraid I wouldn't have time to get them home before they melted if I were to try to walk off the pounds I've put on since quitting my job a month ago, so I drove quickly from store to home. I opened the box to smell the cool aroma of the chocolate - and to revel in the chocolate's ability to hug the frozen vanilla icecream inside. 17 minutes from now today's episode of Passions will air. I can't wait! Will Eugenia leave Bobby? Can Dustin live knowing that Camilla's baby might not be his? How will Maurice find the courage to tell his birth mother about his sex change operation? Oh ... I just can't wait! And then, when Passions is over, I can spend the other 23 hours of my day spread between updating my live journal every hour and napping off-and-on.
Quitting my job was the best thing I've ever done. Although I'm now up to a size 17, I think Mikie's right when he says there's just "More of me to love!". And since I'm home all day and can cook for him too, I'm delighted to see that he, too, has gained an ounce or two.
I'm excited, too, that since were're only living on Mike's school district salary that we'll be moving into our double-wide trailer next week. Mike promised we'd still have enough money for cable (I couldn't live without my daily fix of Passions, could I!?)
Get the message here people? Yes, I work. No, I won't eat bonbons regularly. No, I haven't actually gained THAT much weight.
Instead, I work. My job tonight was supposed to be to come up with 2 insightful, witty sentences for our PR department to use in my upcoming Press Release on the "10 funniest questions asked of the Citywide Concierge". I'm out of ideas! Heck, I'm not out of them, I just don't have time to even THINK of any!
I suppose I could liken the interests of would-be Seattle visitors to be "Broad: everything from history-lovers seeking information on Chief Sealth's statue to commie-haters wondering why we worship Lenin in Fremont".
If only I could incorporate the question of the week: "Does the sun ever set in Seattle?" (from a visitor thinking that we are so close to Alaska that Seattle, too, is part of the "land of the midnight sun".
Isn't the reason we have a PR department so that they can put the witty words INTO my mouth?
Love to all,
Meeeeem
PS: I miss Stefan!