i'm not always as nice as i could be. when i'm feeling low i guess i have a tendency to resent other peoples happiness. and not being happy for other people makes me less happy myself. so for everyones sake i am going to try and be a nicer person.
i had a really great dream last night. i met this gorgeous guy who wore a red t-shirt and made dance tracks. i'm not a fan of dance music but his songs were good and he had done a series of videos for the songs which followed on from each other. it was all very impressive. just before i woke up he told me he loved me. therefore i will be asking the coolest guy for a divorce and running away with my "dream" guy. (just kidding coolest guy. you don't get rid of me that easily :))
10:34 a.m. - October 21, 2002
one time my period pains were so bad that i actually threw up. i'm having a hard time imagining that i could ever have had cramps as bad as i have them right now. today i would like to be a guy!
10:42 a.m. - October 18, 2002
i�m sure i used to have millions of pairs of black socks but all i seem to have now is a handful of either barely matching or not matching whatsoever dark grey ones. so i went to my local department store to stock up. the first pair i picked up said size 9-11 on it so, being a teeny tiny size 6, i picked up another pair. that too was a size 9-11, as was the next and the next and the next and even the next. so i found a nice lady (please note that anyone who i deal with in a store or a bank or on the telephone is a �nice lady� until they do something bad) who worked in the store and asked about other sizes. she told me that they only sold one size and that most people fit into them. i looked at the socks and then looked at my feet and i decided that the only way i would fit into these was if i was happy to have the heel bit sticking out half way up my ankle. i wondered what the hell all the asian women in vancouver were wearing because most of them are only my height or less and i�ve never noticed any of them tramping around with humungous plates of meat (that�s feet for all you people with limited skills in cockney lingo) the shop assitant then made the suggestion that i was hoping against hope that she wouldn�t make. she told me to try the childrens department. �fuck you� i said. �i am 32 years old. i am not a child. and i do not want to buy my clothes from a children�s department!�. ok i didn�t really say that because i am a nice lady and she was a nice lady but i did think it�loudly! in the end i actually bought a bunch of socks when i was down in the US last weekend and i�m pleased to say they are proper grown ups socks and they fit me perfectly.
you wouldn't believe what i've been working on for most of the day. even the trained monkeys i keep referring to for no obvious reason would refuse to do this job!
3:07 p.m. - October 17, 2002
my boss sent me an email saying something along the lines of �help. i want to copy this online document into word but every time i cut and paste all i get is the headings�. so i re-cut and re-pasted the document into word, highlighted the whole thing, changed the white font to black and, surprise surprise, there it all was. i emailed it back to her and within a few minutes she wrote back saying �you are sooooo talented � thanks.� part of me was amused that i get called talented for doing something that a trained, or maybe even untrained chimp, could handle and part of me wonders why, if i�m �sooooo� talented, my boss gets paid 4 times what i earn.
(in the middle of me typing this my boss had a crisis with the photocopier and while i would have loved to have ignored her cries for help (�help me sarah. help me�) it�s kind of hard to pretend i didn�t hear when the photocopy machine is just outside my office door. so i got up from my desk, opened the side draw and took out the jammed paper. i am now of the opinion that the above mentioned trained/untrained chimps would be overqualified for a managerial position at this company.)
11:09 a.m. - October 17, 2002
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