Annoying People
Okay there are some seriously annoying people out there, some of whom you are forced to work with, and it sucks. I think I have written about this person before, the person at work who is both friendly and also a little too inquisitive. I realized that in an effort to get him to shut up I tell more than I should. He has actually said a couple of times "oh I was telling my friend about you..." which creeps me out. At what point do you say "you are creepy, stop being weird"? Part of me feels really bad for being so weirded out by him, but it is really bothering me.
So I went to see Garden State with Hoof and his new roommate Clint. IT WAS GOOD! Go see it. I like movies like that. I'm sitting here wearing my Garden State t-shirt. Also baking cookies. Which I shouldn't be doing. I need to come off this intense sugar high soon, it will be the death of me.
Which brings me to my next point, my parting words to my current roommate. I decided a while ago that I would hug her and whisper in her ear "get better" because of her eating disorder and all, which has escalated to smoking, and smoking inside --all to keep herself from eating. But now that I am sitting here, still not having worked out, having banana oatmeal cookies listening to the radio -- maybe I'm the one that needs to get better. Or maybe I just need a full time job.
I moved a whole car load to Glendale, my new home for the next two weeks. That was an accomplishment. Maybe in a bit I'll go after some more boxes. And look up running shoes on line...while having cookies.
So I went to see Garden State with Hoof and his new roommate Clint. IT WAS GOOD! Go see it. I like movies like that. I'm sitting here wearing my Garden State t-shirt. Also baking cookies. Which I shouldn't be doing. I need to come off this intense sugar high soon, it will be the death of me.
Which brings me to my next point, my parting words to my current roommate. I decided a while ago that I would hug her and whisper in her ear "get better" because of her eating disorder and all, which has escalated to smoking, and smoking inside --all to keep herself from eating. But now that I am sitting here, still not having worked out, having banana oatmeal cookies listening to the radio -- maybe I'm the one that needs to get better. Or maybe I just need a full time job.
I moved a whole car load to Glendale, my new home for the next two weeks. That was an accomplishment. Maybe in a bit I'll go after some more boxes. And look up running shoes on line...while having cookies.