i'm like a bitch on heat at the moment. its so bad that i caught myself thinking that the "nice" guy from the 10th floor was looking kind of hot today...twice.
2:22 p.m. - June 13, 2003
On a good day I think most poetry is pants. On a bad day I would go so far as to say that poetry is pants and arse. I don�t consider myself an ignorant pig who has an inability to understand and appreciate anything other than prose. Hell I�m a big fan of Shakespeare, I�m always up for some Brautigan and Thomas and Dr. Seuss definitely had it going on. But I�ve just been reading a random selection of diaryland poetry and I didn�t know whether to laugh or cry. Sorry kids but you should really leave it to the professionals and the professionals would probably make me happier if they wrote books instead. �I live in the Twentieth Century and you lie here beside me. You were unhappy when you fell asleep. There was nothing I could do about it. I felt hopeless. Your face is so beautiful that I cannot stop to describe it, and there's nothing I can do to make you happy while you sleep.�
10:38 a.m. - June 13, 2003
i very rarely consume soft drinks at work. in fact the only time i do drink them is when i'm feeling a little over-hung. unfortunately this snippet of information is common knowledge so when i walked through the office at 9am with a coke and a bag of fries in my hand it had the same affect as if i had run down the corridoor screaming "i got drunk last night". am i the only person eating fries for breakfast because they had to make a fresh batch just for me.
9:30 a.m. - June 13, 2003
i feel like crap. i haven't had a decent nights sleep all week. monday and tuesday i slept on the couch because i didn't want to keep the CG awake with my tossing and turning, wednesday i planned to have an early night but then they were airing my favourite episode of buffy (episode 7, season 6) and i just had to watch both the 5pm and 11pm shows and last night was another late nighter. last night i had promised myself that i would be in bed by 10pm. so of course at 10pm i was no where near my bed. in fact i was in a bar waiting for a friend. at 11pm i was even further away from my bed and about to start knocking back lemon drops and strut my funky stuff on the dancefloor.
i can't believe i now have to sit at work for the next 7 hours (8 if you count the fact that we are having a leaving party at 4pm which i'm more or less obliged to attend for at least an hour) feeling as crappy as i do right now. they should make a law against this kind of thing but until they do let the torture begin.
8:48 a.m. - June 13, 2003
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