There is No Food and I have yet to see Laguna
I’m of the mindset that little things can make me happy or sad. I let them affect my mood and really I’m not caring too much anymore. But whatever, this isn’t a time for seriousness, this is time for me to ramble, because I’m so fucking busy with work, that I only have time for incessant rambling (even though I do have a cache of posts to use, I’d prefer to have “cognitive diarrhea”-my new favorite phrase).
Now watch me jinx myself. Things at work are getting better. Not that they were bad in the first place, I’m just such a neurotic freak that I blow things way out of proportion. I haven’t cried in about two weeks. And haven’t had a cigarette in about three weeks. Now you may pat me on the back. I’ve actually learned to semi stay on top of things and do things without being asked. I think we can agree that this was a common goal for me and my coworkers. It has almost been achieved.
Speaking of work and coworkers, we’re big on snacks here. As in, God forbid that you’ve run out of snacks before 6 PM. The apocalypse will come true. Hell hath no fury like a woman without snacks. I kid you not, I will kill you for that piece of chocolate. I just had a 20 minute conversation about what would be better than the fucking cashews right now. Like, a pizza, a burrito, chips and guacamole, chocolate mousse, the chocolate fountain with the endless dippers. But no, here I sit with cashews and I’ve just inhaled a bag of cherry tomatoes. I need some fucking food. The only thing I have to look forward to right now is the pumpkin spice latte I’m treating myself to. I just got a check for $50, I deserve a pumpkin spice latte to salute verizon.
At what point do one’s eyes seriously get stuck in the back of one’s head? I’m trying to figure this out because oh my God Lumbergh man. Just Lumbergh. That’s all I’m saying on the matter.
Why the fuck is Wicked sold out until 2006? I have tickets for February. But sadly in place of seeing Wicked in NY (oh I’m going to the city-I can say “the city” because I am from NY and there is no other city-for shits and giggles) I will be getting serviced at Bliss Spa. So in reality I wasn’t forced to make such a huge decision. We all know what happens when I’m forced to make decisions. I mean recall, the Coach incident, in which I had REAL tears.
And finally, because I know that you’re anxiously awaiting an end to this shit. Meeting (and I hate this word) “blogebrities” is only cool to other bloggers and JB, because she can be as ri-cock-ulous as I am. Peg doesn’t care. Peg only thinks that these people (read: YOU PEOPLE) may kill me one day. But oh, that’s sweet; she really doesn’t want to get rid of me.