| [ |
mood |
| |
 it's been a long day |
] |
| [ |
music |
| |
"you're somebody else round everyone else" |
] |
Soooo the monitor I had on this kinda died for some reason so I replaced it with the one from my old comp that died more then a year ago. It's so convenient things turned out that way. Saved time and money by just switching them. I still can't get the speakers to work and I tried everything. Oh well. Who needs speakers anywayz. So I went to work and got all stressed out. Not from the job itself but from a conversation (and by conversation I mean argument) I had with some coworkers. L. was reading the paper and mentioned that some principal guy had a seventeen year old boy living in his house for awhile and now he's saying he was molested. So C. goes "That fuckin faget." I was immediately offended by that. First off, this is a corporate building, we all have ways we need to conduct ourselves which includes watching what we say. Secondly, who's to say someone I'm related to isn't homosexual, which would automatically put me in an uncomfortable situation. Anyways, blah, I said that someones sexual preference has nothing to do with whether they're a child molester or not. Then they started saying that the kid was gay and probably enjoyed it because he took so long to say what was going on. So I said it was most likely because he was afraid people like them would assume something like that. But, whatever. I just can't believe some people. So angry. R. took the test today and thinks he did really well. That's so nice. I forgot to call him at break and ran to the phone soon as I got in to find out. I'm such a geek. We must have talked on the phone for two hours or something. A record :) It's so silly, I have our eighth anniversary card he gave me on the monitor so everytime I'm in here I can be reminded of him. Heheheh. Beyond corny. But anyway. Todays been kind of hectic, I was rushing around all day and tomorrow I get to do nothing but relax, show up for work, then come home and do nothing. Yay. I should start looking for a full time job soon. I'd like to have something by winter...so I might check out that monster dot com thing and see what happens. My ultimate dream job is phone sex operator. Seriously. Once I get established somewhere and have enough training I could just create an nine hundred number thingy and work from home. Most times the people that call are either looking for relationship advice or just need someone to talk to. And if they're just looking for phone sex then all I have to do is moan for as long as I can to keep them on the line. LoL. Sounds good to me. I was watching Ricky Lake or something and they were interviewing people who do that. These guys make tons a fuckin money. Who doesn't want tons a fuckin money? I dunno. My second dream job is telemarketing manager. I was assistant manager full time for a few months where I work part time now. It was nice. I don't think I was ready for it then but a few years down the line I would like to give it another shot. I don't know when I'll start work on my self injury site. I'm not sure I mentioned it in the last entry but I have the intro all written out. I'm trying not to do information search on it every day because it's too triggering. Can't sit there and look at all these pictures and not just need to do it. I'll admit that I started again. Five on my ankle....it sucks but maybe if I admit it I'll stop? I don't know. It's such a complicated thing. I haven't done it since I was maybe in late seventeen and I'm twenty now so that's a good two and a half years at least. Blah, haven't told anyone I started again but when I chilled with M. today I forgot to wear the bandaides and she said something like "I think you were sitting on that chair weird cause now you have some red marks on your ankle." She didn't see it that close. Everyone has their own vices I guess, right? I don't tell anyone directly or like to show them because I don't want to be judged. I'm a person like everyone else, I have my own issues and I really am happy. This is just like when you wash a dish and there's that one stuck on thing that won't get off. I don't know how else to explain it. Wow, I didn't plan on putting all that in here. Ick, I always hated making depressing entries so I'll just stop now. |
i'm a cranky gurl
i'm actually feelin kinda uncomfortable
satisfied
feelin' goooooood baby
feelin' quite perky