I am officially MEGA PISSED at the lack of comments lately. Just because I no longer loathe my job or my life does not mean that I am not an interesting person with strange perfumes seeping from my pores (see earlier entry). Does it mean I don’t have feelings? How am I ever going to make millions from Google ads if not even MY REAL-LIFE, DIDN’T MEET YOU ON THE INTERNET FRIENDS, don’t visit my site anymore. Sigh. I think I’ll go take a shot of gin now. I’m aparently much more intriguing while intoxicated. Or intoxincated, depending on the amount of shots ingested at present time.
Sigh. Again.
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I just spent 2 hours folding the laundry that I’ve been collecting for approximately 10 weeks. I wanted to take a picture of the mountain of boxer shorts and sports bras, but the damn camera didn’t have batteries and I sure as HELL am not going out to buy them. But just trust me, it was fucking ginormous.
I’d like to give thanks to the movie “My Father the Hero” for getting me through this evening of detergent and damn wire hangers that all stick together god-fucking-damnit!!!
I’d write more, but right now I am so fucking hot because we don’t have FUCKING CENTRAL AIR IN THIS GODFORSAKEN HOUSE and I am sweating so much that I have been consistantly smelling the stench of dirty socks. I can’t tell you why my sweaty body seems to smell like dirty socks, but I imagine it cannot be good. How I wish they had scratch and sniff pages on the Internet. Somebody invent that, right now! I’ll be your first subscriber.
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As if I ever had it. This is my quick moment in the day to say that though I like the new job, and am very happy, and it’s full of puppies and laughter and babies and candy bars, RIGHT NOW I WANT TO SCREAM!
I just want to take this moment to say, publically, I AM NOT AN IT PROFESSIONAL. NOR DO I WANT TO BE ONE. GRRRRR!!!
Therefore, when our old friend the Internet goes down for the zillionth time in a week, don’t call me. Ever. Even if it’s just to say hello. Or to tell me I’m beautiful. Or to give me a million dollars.
I repeat, GRRRRRRR!
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Dear all you fuckers,
/4 Comments/in Blond /by MeganI am officially MEGA PISSED at the lack of comments lately. Just because I no longer loathe my job or my life does not mean that I am not an interesting person with strange perfumes seeping from my pores (see earlier entry). Does it mean I don’t have feelings? How am I ever going to make millions from Google ads if not even MY REAL-LIFE, DIDN’T MEET YOU ON THE INTERNET FRIENDS, don’t visit my site anymore. Sigh. I think I’ll go take a shot of gin now. I’m aparently much more intriguing while intoxicated. Or intoxincated, depending on the amount of shots ingested at present time.
Sigh. Again.
The Golden Laundry Pile
/0 Comments/in Blond /by MeganI just spent 2 hours folding the laundry that I’ve been collecting for approximately 10 weeks. I wanted to take a picture of the mountain of boxer shorts and sports bras, but the damn camera didn’t have batteries and I sure as HELL am not going out to buy them. But just trust me, it was fucking ginormous.
I’d like to give thanks to the movie “My Father the Hero” for getting me through this evening of detergent and damn wire hangers that all stick together god-fucking-damnit!!!
I’d write more, but right now I am so fucking hot because we don’t have FUCKING CENTRAL AIR IN THIS GODFORSAKEN HOUSE and I am sweating so much that I have been consistantly smelling the stench of dirty socks. I can’t tell you why my sweaty body seems to smell like dirty socks, but I imagine it cannot be good. How I wish they had scratch and sniff pages on the Internet. Somebody invent that, right now! I’ll be your first subscriber.
Losing it.
/0 Comments/in Work /by MeganAs if I ever had it. This is my quick moment in the day to say that though I like the new job, and am very happy, and it’s full of puppies and laughter and babies and candy bars, RIGHT NOW I WANT TO SCREAM!
I just want to take this moment to say, publically, I AM NOT AN IT PROFESSIONAL. NOR DO I WANT TO BE ONE. GRRRRR!!!
Therefore, when our old friend the Internet goes down for the zillionth time in a week, don’t call me. Ever. Even if it’s just to say hello. Or to tell me I’m beautiful. Or to give me a million dollars.
I repeat, GRRRRRRR!