| Date: | 2005-01-26 16:26 |
| Subject: | I hate her. |
| Security: | Public |
| Mood: | infuriated |
I really shouldn't let my bitch mother in law get to me so much, but when she comes up to me at work and hands me one of the glasses from my kitchen (?) and says, "Here, I took this from your house," FOR THE THIRD TIME THIS WEEK I just get really annoyed. Wouldn't that drive you crazy?
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You Are 26 Years Old |
26
Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.
13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.
20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.
30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!
40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.
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I'll be 26 in four weeks. That's just sad.
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| Date: | 2004-12-28 13:32 |
| Subject: | bored at work |
| Security: | Public |
| Mood: | amused |
Toxic by Britney Spears |

"It's getting late To give you up I took a sip From my devil cup Slowly It's taking over me "
Ah, what's a year without breaking a few hearts? Literally.
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Sadly, this is my favorite song from 2004. How do those crazy quiz makers know?
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| Date: | 2004-12-16 10:44 |
| Subject: | My little boy. |
| Security: | Public |
| Mood: | amused |
He learned that from watching me.
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| Date: | 2004-12-15 16:02 |
| Subject: | I hate quizzes. |
| Security: | Public |
| Mood: | contemplative |
 You are Hate.
You care little to nothing about people and things around you. You are consumed by feelings of animosity and loathing towards everything or one thing and it affects your view of all that is around you.
What Emotion Are You? brought to you by Quizilla
Really? I don't think that's fair. I'm not hate, I'm just not all lovey-happy-cuddly. That doesn't make me hate.
Jeez. Am I that bad?
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On an eating animals related kick, a road by my house is called Bacon Road. They cut it off to make it an entrance to a subdivision, and now it's called Old Bacon Road. Why didn't they think that through? Ew.
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I highly recommend drinking at lunchtime instead of eating. For some reason it made me very productive this afternoon. I wish I had thought of that before. And after the buzz wears off, it's time to go home. This is such a good idea! Oh wait. Drinking at work is not advised, you say? Pssht. Now I'm off to bathe the kids and hit the sack. G'night.
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| Date: | 2004-11-24 13:27 |
| Subject: | Moods. |
| Security: | Public |
| Mood: | apparently I'm crabby |
I just discovered something. If someone asks you if you are crabby, and you say no, and they KEEP ASKING YOU WHY YOU ARE CRABBY, it makes you crabby. And then you tell the person that you are crabby because they are driving you @#%$ing crazy, and it is your mother-in-law, and that is just funny.
Who knew?
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| Date: | 2004-11-18 15:29 |
| Subject: | WTF re Kit Kat |
| Security: | Public |
| Mood: | cranky |
I just ate a Kit Kat. Kit Kats are my favorite candy bar in the entire freaking world. So naturally, I was all excited about eating one. I bit into it, and...there were no wafers. The whole point of a Kit Kat is the wafers! If I wanted to eat a solid bar of chocolate, I would eat a solid bar of chocolate! I checked the label to see if maybe it's some stupid promotion or something, but no. "Crisp Wafers Dipped in Creamy Milk Chocolate."
I so got ripped off.
If I hadn't stolen them out of someone else's desk drawer, I would be complaining a lot more right now. Stupid Kit Kats. Way to ruin my afternoon.
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| Date: | 2004-11-17 12:55 |
| Subject: | Ho-kay. |
| Security: | Public |
The person in front of me this morning had a bumper sticker that said "My boss is a Jewish Carpenter" and one that said "Abortion: What are We Thinking" and a Jesus fish and one that said "I Decide." What does "I Decide" mean? Should I know this? I also saw a truck that said "Do Not Hump" on the tailgate and I can't imagine that would be much of a problem. I took a picture and I'll have to post it on my Diaryland account.
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| Date: | 2004-11-02 09:08 |
| Subject: | Oh dear |
| Security: | Public |
| Mood: | anxious |
It's Election Day. Oh dear. I don't know why we are bothering to vote. The Washington Redskins have already determined that John Kerry will win. So it doesn't matter.
Okay, that was sarcasm. Please vote.
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| Date: | 2004-10-21 14:36 |
| Subject: | Hmmm, okay... |
| Security: | Public |
| Mood: | confused |
You know those stupid cutout things you can put over your taillights to change their shape? Like the Chevy bowtie, or the Dodge Ram head thing? There was this car in front of me today at lunch that had hearts with little arrow tails, and I was thinking that it just had to be a teenage girl, or a really stupid guy, but when I pulled past the car it was an old man. WTF, old man? Hearts with arrow tails? Please tell me you bought the car like that. You know those just pop right off, right?
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I don't know if my boss counts as a co-worker, but I do work with him and this is a doozy. Our receptionist, we'll call her "T.", is the niece of another girl who works here, "J.". "T."'s mother/"J."'s sister, we'll call her "H." has a home daycare, which my two monsters attend. Last Thursday, "H." passed away. Today was "J."'s first day back, and "T." had planned to come in either tomorrow or the next day, depending on how she felt. Seeing as how her mother just died. My boss just told me to call "T." and tell her that if she doesn't come in tomorrow, she is fired. Oh, how I wish I was kidding.
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| Date: | 2004-10-15 14:54 |
| Subject: | Eek. |
| Security: | Public |
| Mood: | drained |
I don't really have much to say here, no amusing stories. If you read my d-land diary, you know that all is not sweetness and light in my life right now. I did get google hits for "get mud out of carpet," "peeing the bed," and "racktacular," though. And that's pretty neat.
What else, what else...
Ooh. Don't you hate it when someone is talking to you (I sure do), and they keep doing the Dr. Hibbert inappropriate laughter? This girl I work with does it all the time, and I want to rip her face off. She'll bring me some papers, and be like, "I didn't know who these should go to. Hee hee hee ha ha. So I brought them here. Ha ha. Whose are they. Hee hee." What the @#%^#@ is so funny about the fact that you are stupid? Okay, I think it's funny, but you shouldn't.
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| Date: | 2004-10-13 15:53 |
| Subject: | Idiots |
| Security: | Public |
| Mood: | cranky |
When I tell you to look for a document in the computer, and I give you the name of the document, and in what folder the document can be found, DO NOT ASK ME SEVEN TIMES WHERE IT IS AND WHAT IT IS CALLED. Write it down if your tiny brain cannot wrap around a seven-letter word. Especially do not ask me an hour later after I had assumed you had found it and all was well if you could use a different document that has nothing to do with what you're doing and will confuse everyone who looks at it.
Die.
By the way, hi. I'm new to the community. Cross-posted to my personal journal.
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| Date: | 2004-10-12 07:55 |
| Subject: | Yuck |
| Security: | Public |
| Mood: | nauseated |
There are bugs crawling all over everything at work today. I am not kidding. Box elder bugs, all over the walls, all over the ceiling, all over my desk, flying around and landing on me. There is a vestibule type thing that visitors and clients have to walk through and the sun must hit it just right to make it warm and cozy, because oh my goodness. The doors are covered. You can barely see through them, and they are plate glass. So if anyone wants to buy insurance from us, they have to walk through a storm of insects and probably carry a few in with them. That’s sure to be good for business.
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| Date: | 2004-10-08 09:00 |
| Subject: | Rrrrrrrrr |
| Security: | Public |
| Mood: | infuriated |
Why, why, WHY does everyone have to irritate me so much? Do they have a contest or something that I don't know about? Everyone can piss off. Piss. Off.
On a lighter note, I was brushing my hair in my car yesterday and I threw the brush out the window and it bounced off the hood of an oncoming car. (I really launched that sucker somehow. It got stuck on a tangle.) It was neat.
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| Date: | 2004-10-06 12:44 |
| Subject: | ADD and me |
| Security: | Public |
| Mood: | restless |
I can't concentrate on my work. At all. I have these huge piles of papers, and huger (spellcheck did not question this word, is this a word?!) piles of files, and I can't do any of it. It's like my brain is stuck in the off position and I can't make it pull its weight around here. Aaaaahhh I think what I need is a nice, long vacation. Soon.
Also, yesterday I saw a very old man trying to turn left at a green light (a pretty simple proposition) and he went all the way around the little concrete thing they put in between the right turn lane and the straight lane (you know) and he was going v e r y s l o w l y and moving his mouth open and closed and he had no teeth and people were yelling at him, but I don't think he noticed. And I saw a roadkill raccoon, and its head was missing. Just a dead raccoon body. It was sick, and not nearly as funny as the old old man.
The debates? Dick Cheney is scary, and John Edwards blinks a lot.
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| Date: | 2004-10-04 12:13 |
| Subject: | It begins |
| Security: | Public |
| Mood: | hungry |
Okay, I guess I'm jumping on the LJ bandwagon. I have an account with Diaryland, and it seems a lot easier to use, but my sister insists that LJ is better, so I guess I'll try it. I'm good at doing what I'm told. Expect me to be kind of a tard until I figure this stuff out, though. I'm sitting at work, trying not to kill anyone, and I'm eavesdropping on a conversation about everyone having a story. This is true. Everyone does have a story, the one interesting thing that has happened to them. My story? I have been struck by lightning. Ever since, lights flicker around me, and every car I have owned has succumbed to electrical maladies. Occasionally, streetlights go out when I drive under them. It's out of my control, unfortunately. If I could harness this power, I would quit my job and spend my life winning bar bets.
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