Intriguing Possibilities
I can't say much has really happened around here. It's been quite boring, and work is just... meh. It's work. Sadly, I can't say it's my dream job, but I love the hours, the pay, and the benefits of it all.
Well, I'm trying to use the benefits. I've gotten so horridly fat that I have to get a physical done just to make sure I'm not going to keel over on the elliptical. Scotts is really freakin' picky though. If your waist size is more than 36" they make you get a physical. CRAZY! I wasn't thrilled about that, but Paul will also be joining me at the gym finally, and it'll cost a fraction of what it used to cost me using a private facility.
I noticed fashion this year is taking a turn towards J Crew, which makes me want to crawl in a fucking hole. The only people that wear that shit are 70 year old women who own a second house on the beach, and like going on their private Yachts and boats, and eat at overpriced seafood buffets. FUCK, I HATE J Crew! There's one girl at work who sits near me and just goes on, and on, and on about it. I suppose she enjoys telling the entire world every fucking detail about her private life.
Meanwhile, I'm the quiet/strange goth girl from the Breakfast Club at my cube sipping my English Breakfast tea, which tastes like shit, because I didn't have milk to put in it, and Splenda isn't cutting it.
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My Husband has taken an interest in Science, Life, and the Universe. He's constantly watching documentaries, and reading books about anti-creationism, evolution, and space. It doesn't bug me too much, but I just don't want him to become so obsessed with it and have an aneurysm over how religion is shit. He's also taken up a keen interest in socialism.
I've come to peace with knowing that if there is indeed a hell, then I will be there. I'm hoping my personal hell will be re-doing spreadsheets all day, because... it might not be that bad. Now, if I have to look at a picture of Patrick Swayze all day, then we'll talk about torture.
Speaking of that turd of a dead man. I FINALLY sat down and watched Donnie Darko all of the way through. I must not be cool enough to understand it, because I had to ask Paul, "What does it MEAN!?" I completely understand crazy shit like Inception, but I couldn't understand the concept behind Donnie Darko. It was a good movie, but I'm not sure what the cult following is behind it, besides maybe some teenage schizophrenic society.
Well, being a fat person, I am hungry, and I'm going to go eat some delicious food now.
KAY-
BAI!
Well, I'm trying to use the benefits. I've gotten so horridly fat that I have to get a physical done just to make sure I'm not going to keel over on the elliptical. Scotts is really freakin' picky though. If your waist size is more than 36" they make you get a physical. CRAZY! I wasn't thrilled about that, but Paul will also be joining me at the gym finally, and it'll cost a fraction of what it used to cost me using a private facility.
I noticed fashion this year is taking a turn towards J Crew, which makes me want to crawl in a fucking hole. The only people that wear that shit are 70 year old women who own a second house on the beach, and like going on their private Yachts and boats, and eat at overpriced seafood buffets. FUCK, I HATE J Crew! There's one girl at work who sits near me and just goes on, and on, and on about it. I suppose she enjoys telling the entire world every fucking detail about her private life.
Meanwhile, I'm the quiet/strange goth girl from the Breakfast Club at my cube sipping my English Breakfast tea, which tastes like shit, because I didn't have milk to put in it, and Splenda isn't cutting it.
______________
My Husband has taken an interest in Science, Life, and the Universe. He's constantly watching documentaries, and reading books about anti-creationism, evolution, and space. It doesn't bug me too much, but I just don't want him to become so obsessed with it and have an aneurysm over how religion is shit. He's also taken up a keen interest in socialism.
I've come to peace with knowing that if there is indeed a hell, then I will be there. I'm hoping my personal hell will be re-doing spreadsheets all day, because... it might not be that bad. Now, if I have to look at a picture of Patrick Swayze all day, then we'll talk about torture.
Speaking of that turd of a dead man. I FINALLY sat down and watched Donnie Darko all of the way through. I must not be cool enough to understand it, because I had to ask Paul, "What does it MEAN!?" I completely understand crazy shit like Inception, but I couldn't understand the concept behind Donnie Darko. It was a good movie, but I'm not sure what the cult following is behind it, besides maybe some teenage schizophrenic society.
Well, being a fat person, I am hungry, and I'm going to go eat some delicious food now.
KAY-
BAI!