Dec 11, 2004 08:54
I love the wake up calls.
YES.
The wake up calls.
8:30 AM on a Saturday by not just anyone.
The Bill Collector.
What a pleasant good morning from that whore.
She not only woke me from a drunken slumber, but woke me with this annoying voice
explaining the money I owe which has to be paid by Monday.
ouch.
What is that thing....
That thing coming up you know, stressing out 90 percent of our population...
Christmas is it?
As for the whole 5 people that read my journal on here. Maybe expect
popsicle stick picture
frames or clothes pin rudolphs for Christmas.
On a lighter note.
It is snowing!
This white powdery substance outside my window has almost cleared the unhappy good morning
by annoying voice bill collector lady from hell out of my mind.
Who's up for sledding at 9am?
Yesterday...
Woke up at 3pm.
No books or coffee for me.
I'm sorry.
Gross.
Malarkeys tonight?
It's tough to keep a straight face in that fraudulent place.
Join me please and Tell all your friends.