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Feeling: Calm. Loving my life. |
Eating: Um... life?
Wearing: Jeans, black tank top with built in bra, lavender panties, eith a little sleeping kitty on them, my claddagh, green choker and matching earrings, contacts, vestiges of the day's make-up, black belt.
Listening to: *Hummmmrumblerumblerumble* It's my washing machione making contented noises.
Chatting with: Keeping my own counsel.
Thinking: "I need to concentrate on my posture more."
Remembering: Dave's tongue ring.
Glad for: My ability to move past fear into growth.
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Today is: 2003-06-05 - @ 10:49 p.m.
Workworkworkwork all time - is relative
Just got back from work...
Despite crotchety old men leering at me and over-make-uped middle aged women bitching at me for not having their pies ready, I like where I work.
There aren't going to be very many entries for about the next wek, as I have finals...
Yes, incontinent, not incompetent. I know what I was writing.
Hmm... This guy, Bob, at work, thinks he's reeeaal smart, just cause he's a server. And therefore, all pie girls and hostesses are idiots. It's great, because he doesn't even catch that I make belittling comments at him ALMOST CONSTANTLY, because he thinks I can't. I love being underestimated. Heh heh heh...
K, I'm going to bed before I pass out.
Quote for the Entry: "Thank you for calling Marie Callendar's in Pismo Beach, where all of our pies are $5.99 this month, this is Stasha speaking, how may I help you?" -The little speech I have to make whever I answer the phone.
It is most often followed by the question, "How much are your pies this much?" or "Is this the Marie Callendar's in Pismo?"
God, I love people. They make me feel so smart.
all time - is relative