Wednesday, September 26, 2001
Yesterday, an office coworker declared her love to me. I think it was because I looked so totally cute yesterday, with my little houndstooth blazer with its little leather accents. I was way cute. I said so myself, in fact. That’s when she told me that she loved me. I’m only partially cute today, wearing […]
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Tuesday, September 25, 2001
Yesterday was one of those days where my stomach was a bottomless pit. Stop looking at me like that. It is NOT like that every day! I swear, I could not get enough to eat. I went to Subway for lunch and got one of their foot-long Veggie Subs, ala Jarad the Former Fat Media […]
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Monday, September 24, 2001
Yesterday, it was 46 degrees, gusts up to twenty miles and hour and raining. I think it was sleeting for a while too. Needless to say, I didn’t go golfing, which pissed me off. I think golf season is done. There is a freeze advisory tonight, lows into the upper 20s. We’ll probably have snow […]
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Saturday, September 22, 2001
This weekend is the weekend of hobbies for me. Last night, I went to a “cropfest” and added a whopping eight pages to my scrapbooks. If you do not scrapbook, this may seem like a paltry result of six hours of labor, but I kid you not, that is infuckingcredible. Plus they look very nice, […]
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Friday, September 21, 2001
Good Lord. Can I digress from the normal diary fare for just a minute? When Mike ‘Boogie’ from Big Brother proposed to Krista ‘Trailer Trash’, I suddenly realized that they must have consummated their dysfunction. Then I had hysterical blindness, perhaps due to his baby blue leather basketball outfit that had ‘Chill Town’ written in […]
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Thursday, September 20, 2001
Last night, I came home from work to my husband doing dishes without a shirt. Men, if you want to instantly turn on your lady, affect a Chippendale dancer look while doing the housework. The only downfall was that I couldn’t act on my state of mind for fear that he’d stop doing the dishes. […]
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Wednesday, September 19, 2001
In the wee hours of the morning, after falling back asleep following a YEOWARLLLLLLLLLL episode from our dear cat Chelsea, I had one of those strange and disturbing dreams. First of all, I believe that there was a really cheesy horror movie from the 80’s that shared the same plot of my dream. I was […]
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Tuesday, September 18, 2001
My entry today left me feeling unfulfilled, thus a bonus round of Weetabix.diaryland.com tonight. I didn’t mean to give the impression this morning that women desire a man who knows how to do magical things with his tongue. Honestly, while a Gene Simmonsesque ability to lick ones own eyebrows is admirable, if not a little […]
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Tuesday, September 18, 2001
I think that when you reach a certain age and you haven’t had children to distract you, you begin to adopt pseudo-children. My cats will be the death of me yet. A summary: I own two cats. Chelsea is an eighteen-year-old, orange-striped barn cat without front teeth. Tilly began her life in a comic book […]
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Monday, September 17, 2001
I have eaten too much pineapple and now my mouth is full of little tiny burning cuts. That’s a Monday for you. Right there. Yet do I cease eating the pineapple? Does the stinging pain adhere itself into my short term memory until I become conditioned to associate pineapple with pain? It does not. This […]
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