How to kill your neighbor's blog
I'm at work. Blah. One Dude just left because today coffee plus him equaled sickness. Gross. One of my bosses, who had said he would be in "pretty early" today, is expected to make his entrance in about twenty minutes (that is to say, 2:15 PM... which is not early for anything, except maybe to go to bed).
Argh, there was a cricket in the living room last night. I was all paranoid and had to close my bedroom and bathroom doors so it wouldn't sneak in (you know, because bugs can't go under doors). Luckily, I found out from my dad before leaving for work that he'd shooed it out around 3 AM. He said it was big, and if my un-sissy dad says a bug was big, IT'S HELLA BIG.
All the worrying made me have a cricket dream, kinda. It was near Christmas, because we had the tree up, and I was supposed to put the blanket under it to catch the needles, and I'm all, "No way, the cricket might be under there." And then we found it, but it was dead.
I also had a really funny dream Tuesday night where I was going on a double date with LS, her boy, and some random guy. I had surprisingly (even for me) low self-esteem in said dream. PD also made an appearance, which makes me wonder if he will also do so in "real life." God I can't remember the last time I saw him. Oh yeah, that same dream included me smoking a cigarette - very badly, because all the gross mushy stuff kept falling out into my mouth. Yuck!
I so don't want to be here, but there's at least one project I want to get squared away, and I can't move forward without advice from TH. It's a dumb project, anyway - this seems to be the month for that. I'm praying that Other Boss doesn't for some reason show up tomorrow after being gone all week, and give me a long Friday.
I had a really unhealthy lunch today - a Lunchable (turkey and cheddar, word), a Dr. Pepper (I so need to quit again) and an orange Hostess cupcake. I know eating the second would be a grave mistake, and yet it keeps looking at me.
Actually got some writing done last night - only a couple hundred words, but a girl's got to start somewhere. I don't know, I was going to move my "Good Girls" deadline again, to September 30 (I must have October to outline for November), but now I wonder if I won't be able to finish by August 31. It's only the 18th, after all, and maybe if I work like hell... what do you guys think? I have, what, two weeks to kill six or seven people that I would rather not, but what you gonna do.
And though I should have been scribbling today while there was nothing to work on, I instead spent way too much time on My Space looking up random people, after remembering a convo last weekend some of my younger cousins were having. It's always weird for me to think of them having these whole lives away from family and growing up, but there you go.
I also fished around for random people I went to school with. Silly. They need to stop having kids and spouses and careers... making me feel all slackerish. I've considered getting a My Space account but remembered that no one knows me, and wouldn't look for me, and I'd feel unloved and redudant and such.
OK, KWOD is playing Pearl Jam (yugh) and my boss' ETA is in like five minutes so I better go.
WAIT, one last thing. Apparently I am dumb, and should have not been mad at Best Buy for not having the new New Pornographer's (I love that phrase) album, because it doesn't come out till the 23rd. I'm not a genius. I am however pissed at Barnes and Noble for DEFINITELY not having "Lunar Park" when it is DEFINITELY out. I need my Bret Easton Ellis fix!
So like any logical girl, I went ahead and ordered both items from Amazon, but in order to get "Free Super Saver Shipping!", they have to ship at the same time, and my "Estimated Shipping Date!" is September 2. Ugh, bore me to death now.
Argh, there was a cricket in the living room last night. I was all paranoid and had to close my bedroom and bathroom doors so it wouldn't sneak in (you know, because bugs can't go under doors). Luckily, I found out from my dad before leaving for work that he'd shooed it out around 3 AM. He said it was big, and if my un-sissy dad says a bug was big, IT'S HELLA BIG.
All the worrying made me have a cricket dream, kinda. It was near Christmas, because we had the tree up, and I was supposed to put the blanket under it to catch the needles, and I'm all, "No way, the cricket might be under there." And then we found it, but it was dead.
I also had a really funny dream Tuesday night where I was going on a double date with LS, her boy, and some random guy. I had surprisingly (even for me) low self-esteem in said dream. PD also made an appearance, which makes me wonder if he will also do so in "real life." God I can't remember the last time I saw him. Oh yeah, that same dream included me smoking a cigarette - very badly, because all the gross mushy stuff kept falling out into my mouth. Yuck!
I so don't want to be here, but there's at least one project I want to get squared away, and I can't move forward without advice from TH. It's a dumb project, anyway - this seems to be the month for that. I'm praying that Other Boss doesn't for some reason show up tomorrow after being gone all week, and give me a long Friday.
I had a really unhealthy lunch today - a Lunchable (turkey and cheddar, word), a Dr. Pepper (I so need to quit again) and an orange Hostess cupcake. I know eating the second would be a grave mistake, and yet it keeps looking at me.
Actually got some writing done last night - only a couple hundred words, but a girl's got to start somewhere. I don't know, I was going to move my "Good Girls" deadline again, to September 30 (I must have October to outline for November), but now I wonder if I won't be able to finish by August 31. It's only the 18th, after all, and maybe if I work like hell... what do you guys think? I have, what, two weeks to kill six or seven people that I would rather not, but what you gonna do.
And though I should have been scribbling today while there was nothing to work on, I instead spent way too much time on My Space looking up random people, after remembering a convo last weekend some of my younger cousins were having. It's always weird for me to think of them having these whole lives away from family and growing up, but there you go.
I also fished around for random people I went to school with. Silly. They need to stop having kids and spouses and careers... making me feel all slackerish. I've considered getting a My Space account but remembered that no one knows me, and wouldn't look for me, and I'd feel unloved and redudant and such.
OK, KWOD is playing Pearl Jam (yugh) and my boss' ETA is in like five minutes so I better go.
WAIT, one last thing. Apparently I am dumb, and should have not been mad at Best Buy for not having the new New Pornographer's (I love that phrase) album, because it doesn't come out till the 23rd. I'm not a genius. I am however pissed at Barnes and Noble for DEFINITELY not having "Lunar Park" when it is DEFINITELY out. I need my Bret Easton Ellis fix!
So like any logical girl, I went ahead and ordered both items from Amazon, but in order to get "Free Super Saver Shipping!", they have to ship at the same time, and my "Estimated Shipping Date!" is September 2. Ugh, bore me to death now.
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