Thursday, September 26, 2002
Gotta piss gotta piss gotta piss....
Promised myself that I would write in here before I run to the bathroom. Why, you might ask? Because I am trying to discipline myself.
Whatever. I am lazy as fuck.
Today has been a pretty awful day. Work is dragging, I have been a bit stressed out, and I am fiending for a cigarette. It is rainy outside, and while I usually love days like that, I hate it today. It's bringing me down more.
Once work is over for the day, I am hoping that beer will make me smile. It usually does. :)
I don't have much to write about today, but I definitly wanted to stop in and say hello.
Kelly works all weekend. Rita is going away on a wonderful trip to PA with her boyfriend. I am really excited for her. These kind of getaways are what I live for and Rita doesn't do them nearly enough. She has got quite the self-restraint.
Paul is sick again. Remember how he was in the hospital awhile back? Well, turns out...the surgery didn't go well...like we didn't know that from before. He may have to go back in for another surgery. I am going to die if he does. I surely can't take more time off from work to go be with him and it is going to break my heart to think that he is going to have to go through this all again by himself. Damn.
He went to Beth Israel for the surgery last time. They are like the best in Boston. What's the fucking deal?
Spent alot of today talking to my friend Ian at work. He is a really great guy. Every time he makes plans with Rita and I for dinner or drinks, I accept and then cancel with him the day before. I suck like that. I am going to have to make plans with him for real this time and no matter what...keep them. Sometimes I can be a douche.
Lots of time I eat a douche.
My boss is standing directly behind me as I write this.
Fuck you boss.
What else...
hmmmmmmmmmm..........
Today I had chicken fingers for lunch and had to run back to work to go to the bathroom. No joke...WHOLE pieces of the chicken fingers came out in the bowl. Seriously, is there an open passage way from my mouth to my ass? Why does food go right in, not digest, and then come flying out in such a spastic manner?
Why do I always find myself talking about shit on this thing? I hate poop and yet I act like that's all I am good at.
Enough.
I got this zit on my lip this week...I decided not to pop it, hoping that it would just sink back into my face. It didn't. In fact, it became so painful that I had to squeeze it last night. EXCRUCIATING is the only word I can think of to describe it. But it is finally on it's way back to hell where it came from. Damn you acne. DAMN EWE!
Been chewing the same piece of whitening gum for about 2 and a half hours.
My teeth have bleached right off at this point.
Okay...guess that's it. Need to go piss before I puke.
latas...
Promised myself that I would write in here before I run to the bathroom. Why, you might ask? Because I am trying to discipline myself.
Whatever. I am lazy as fuck.
Today has been a pretty awful day. Work is dragging, I have been a bit stressed out, and I am fiending for a cigarette. It is rainy outside, and while I usually love days like that, I hate it today. It's bringing me down more.
Once work is over for the day, I am hoping that beer will make me smile. It usually does. :)
I don't have much to write about today, but I definitly wanted to stop in and say hello.
Kelly works all weekend. Rita is going away on a wonderful trip to PA with her boyfriend. I am really excited for her. These kind of getaways are what I live for and Rita doesn't do them nearly enough. She has got quite the self-restraint.
Paul is sick again. Remember how he was in the hospital awhile back? Well, turns out...the surgery didn't go well...like we didn't know that from before. He may have to go back in for another surgery. I am going to die if he does. I surely can't take more time off from work to go be with him and it is going to break my heart to think that he is going to have to go through this all again by himself. Damn.
He went to Beth Israel for the surgery last time. They are like the best in Boston. What's the fucking deal?
Spent alot of today talking to my friend Ian at work. He is a really great guy. Every time he makes plans with Rita and I for dinner or drinks, I accept and then cancel with him the day before. I suck like that. I am going to have to make plans with him for real this time and no matter what...keep them. Sometimes I can be a douche.
Lots of time I eat a douche.
My boss is standing directly behind me as I write this.
Fuck you boss.
What else...
hmmmmmmmmmm..........
Today I had chicken fingers for lunch and had to run back to work to go to the bathroom. No joke...WHOLE pieces of the chicken fingers came out in the bowl. Seriously, is there an open passage way from my mouth to my ass? Why does food go right in, not digest, and then come flying out in such a spastic manner?
Why do I always find myself talking about shit on this thing? I hate poop and yet I act like that's all I am good at.
Enough.
I got this zit on my lip this week...I decided not to pop it, hoping that it would just sink back into my face. It didn't. In fact, it became so painful that I had to squeeze it last night. EXCRUCIATING is the only word I can think of to describe it. But it is finally on it's way back to hell where it came from. Damn you acne. DAMN EWE!
Been chewing the same piece of whitening gum for about 2 and a half hours.
My teeth have bleached right off at this point.
Okay...guess that's it. Need to go piss before I puke.
latas...
