Oi Kevin No!
8:33 p.m. - February 04, 2004
it generally only takes one little thing to lift me from a shitty mood. unfortunately, i have no clue what that one little thing is until it happens. it could be an email from someone i haven�t heard from for ages, it could be a new pair of knickers, it could be a kind word or two and, as it turns out, it could even be an unintended insult. the window cleaner guy came to make my glass sparkle with his squeegy. we chatted while i moved all my crap off the window sills. he noted that i was english. he noted that english people like soccer. he noted that i have naturally curly hair. he then put 2 and 2 together and announced that i had a kevin keegan hair cut. this is kevin:
as he tried to pull his foot out of his mouth the happy window cleaning chappy stumbled headlong into further comparisons...this time with brian may. this is so unbelievably appalling that i can�t stop laughing. i think i need to buy a hat.
10:51 a.m. - February 04, 2004
i've been feeling crappy for days. i'm not going to call it the big D because i don't want to deal with that but i have been feeling mightily lethargic and down right sorry for myself. as if that wasn't bad enough i woke up this morning looking like a before photo on a proactive commercial. what the fuck is that about!
dee emailed me the following message yesterday: "I am having one of my absolutely worst days here - I don't belong, don't want to belong, can't seem to figure out whats what and feel like screaming or bursting into tears of frustration. HELP! What do you suggest?". she hates her new job. i immediately dropped all the nothing i was doing at work and called her. i let her talk it all out of her system and occasionally interjected with some positive thoughts and ideas. i hope she put down the phone feeling at least a little better about things. i just came away from the conversation feeling sad. sad that a friend has found herself in such an unhappy situation and sad that i couldn't do anything more to help than tell her to never stop believing in herself and invite her to come over to my place when i get back from ottawa for mexican food and margaritas.
i still haven't packed for ottawa. i'm running out of time.
9:04 a.m. - February 04, 2004
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