Lemme just list 'em all down... If you read this and want to help, I'll build you a statue and worship you from day till night.
Here goes:
I need a phone. Mine works maybe 2 days out of 7. I swear, some days it even gives me the finger. So yeah, I need one.
My kingdom for some Spanx. Ugh.
And flash drives and a laptop. I kid you not.
Take note... these are NOT wants. They are currently needs. NEEDS! So if you have nothing nice to say, zip it.
4.08.2008
We're not in kansas anymore...
It feels good to be able to work again... so while waiting for other opportunities, I am as happy as a clam that once again, I've joined the rat race.
Gawd I hate this keyboard. It sticks. I have to retype everything. God forbid I make more than the acceptable number of grammatical errors..... que horror. I didn't make much sense there, did I? It's ok. I think my brain is only just starting to recover from the information overload extravaganza. Still didn't make sense, huh? Hehe. Leave it be. What's important is I make sense to myself.
So, there's this girl... we're friends I think... only she thinks she's putting one over me. Hah! Right. Like that's ever gonna happen. Women are such gullible creatures. Why they think they can trust a man to keep their secrets is beyond me.
Piece of advice... own up. To your emotions, to your REAL feelings, to your true intentions. There's nothing more pathetic than saying one thing and meaning another. Remember, if you're putting your integrity on the line because of some... some... guy, then you're no better off than the bitches you claim to abhor. Wait, is that my voice? Is that MY voice? Oh well. Hahaha. I love inside jokes.
So yeah, to recap... 'fess up girl. You're letting a guy turn you into another pathetic low level street hooker. Ick.
In other news, I miss Richard, I heart Durden and conflicted is now my default mindstate. So there.
Gawd I hate this keyboard. It sticks. I have to retype everything. God forbid I make more than the acceptable number of grammatical errors..... que horror. I didn't make much sense there, did I? It's ok. I think my brain is only just starting to recover from the information overload extravaganza. Still didn't make sense, huh? Hehe. Leave it be. What's important is I make sense to myself.
So, there's this girl... we're friends I think... only she thinks she's putting one over me. Hah! Right. Like that's ever gonna happen. Women are such gullible creatures. Why they think they can trust a man to keep their secrets is beyond me.
Piece of advice... own up. To your emotions, to your REAL feelings, to your true intentions. There's nothing more pathetic than saying one thing and meaning another. Remember, if you're putting your integrity on the line because of some... some... guy, then you're no better off than the bitches you claim to abhor. Wait, is that my voice? Is that MY voice? Oh well. Hahaha. I love inside jokes.
So yeah, to recap... 'fess up girl. You're letting a guy turn you into another pathetic low level street hooker. Ick.
In other news, I miss Richard, I heart Durden and conflicted is now my default mindstate. So there.
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