Wednesday, January 26, 2005

I'm Very Boring in January

Actually I am. Too boring to write on here.

I might be HR manager come march. I havent decided yet. Maybe March will be more exciting.

Also I am wearing bracelt and no necklace. What is this world coming to when I let my neck go bear and my wrist get all gussied up.

Gussied up. Does anyone say that but me and my mom? I bet not.

Wednesday, January 19, 2005

The Skyscrapper that is Today

I told my boss I was leaving in March. It was the most freeing thing in my life. I have never quit a job before that didn't involve the words "I'm going back to school" . This is a real quit.

Enough about my real life. Today I like chocolate.

I got to stop dreaming about weddings. Creepin' me out man.

dum dum da dum.

Damnit.

Tuesday, January 11, 2005

My Chair is Squeaky

I apologize for not writting yesterday. I was in too bad of a mood to really write anything.

Roar.

I am quitting Jan. 28 from my job. I don't have another job lined up yet, but I could work for Adam's job come March. So, money would be tight, but I could survive.

The Fed Ex guy thought I was 30 something. I love that.

Friday, January 07, 2005

Black and Polka Dot

I type 63 wpm with 98% accuracy. I think thats pretty good.

The Beverly Hills government building is really really nice, but confusing. I got lost in the parking lot.

There is a broach on my desk that no one is claiming. Do you think any one would notice if I just took it? I mean, its on my desk. No one wants it. I like broaches, even though I dont own any.

I hate having my hair down because it makes my neck hot.

Wednesday, January 05, 2005

The Day that Contained 3:42pm

My jaw hurts when I talk to much.

Still lookin' for new job. Have a typing test tomorrow. Type! Type! Type!
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"Your freakin' Nasty" is the worst phrase on the planet.

I wish I could use my eyes to zap people from the earth for a day so I can have some time with my thoughts.

Monday, January 03, 2005

Back in the Horse Thingy Again

I am back in Los Angeles, kickin' and a screamin'. I am so not LA it kills me. LA is totally driving a knife through my heart right now I am so totally dead.

Need to find a new job. Anyone got a job out there for me? Anyone need someone really straightforwardly akward?

Happy 200 fucking 5. Yeah.