2005-08-11 - 3:23 p.m.
Good afternoon diaryland.
I am singing Christmas carols outloud from sheer kookiness. My brain is fried and I can't think, and I have to grant loans. Wow, some days I really wonder how I got this job. Voodoo my friend, yes black magic. You know chickens at midnight, that kinda stuff.
So the gym.
Poot. Didn't go. I am horrible, I have an excuse. And everyday that I don't go makes it even harder to go again. I will just accept the fact that I will be round forever. I will make a licence plate: RND4EVA
Catchy huh, bet you want one, I should start a company thinking of vanity plates for people. Except I would suck at it cause there is one to many letters in there. Couldn't I just use a jiffy marker to put in the middle one?
There is this guy in this town that I live in and he creeps me out a little. He'll stop me in the street to talk to me and calls me Sweetheart. Ok I know that it doesn't seem that freaky, but he just gives me the willies and I don't like it. Anyhow he was in the branch I had to walk by the tellers and he yells is out "Hi Sweetheart, oh look there she is!" I smiled and skirried up the stairs. Bwah... sigh.
oh well, at least I didn't linger down there to grab a cookie, becasue clearly I do not need one!
Hee hee, I just ordered backstreet boys tickets, hee hee hee.. sigh.
Well this has been a totally unorganized entry.
have a nice day!
