Saturday, June 28, 2003

My mom's friend just stopped by with three dozen donuts for our family. Apparently, she went to the Royals game and they won some donuts because of the number of runs they got... somethin like that. Damn though... freakin three dozen donuts. There's no way we can eat all that. Oh well.. I like donuts. I normally don't eat them very often. I sat around all day. I haven't done a whole lot. Mark and I got some powerball tickets. Two of the five that I had gotten won something...only three dollars on one and four dollars on the other. I still thought it was pretty cool with the odds of that happening. Especially since I got two of the same powerball and that happened to be the winner. It's so freakin hot in my house. I'm sweating a whole bunch. I guess the air conditioning doesn't get fixed until Tuesday. Why my parents are waiting that long is beyond me. I just want this place to cool down... Mmmm... tv

~*Happiness is not a fish that you can catch.*~ 10:53 PM

I haven't posted in a while. I got off work early today and went to visit Mark. We went to the park. We had a little mini picnic. We went to the mall too but that wasn't too fun. I don't really enjoy the mall very much. I'm so happy... next week is only a four day week. I get paid for Friday too. My supervisor said that I would be working at the owner of the company's house starting next week. Apparently, they need someone to clean it. Somehow, I got the job along with my sister. We will only be doing that for a few days. Should be better than working in the factory. I dunno... the owners are like eighty years old. It'll definitely be something different....

~*Happiness is not a fish that you can catch.*~ 2:21 AM

Narrator.
I am not special. I am not a not a unique
snowflake. I am not my job. I am not my car. I
am not how much money I have in the bank. I'm
not my fucking khakis.


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~*Happiness is not a fish that you can catch.*~ 2:16 AM

Monday, June 23, 2003

Guess what I did today.... I counted pens. That's right.. I counted pens. Those great things that people write with. And how many pens did I count you ask... how many? I counted WAY TOO FREAKING MANY... Yeah.. I don't like pens so much anymore. I counted more than one box of a thousand. We also had to sort out a bunch of huge belts of sand paper. It's hard to sort when you don't know which number to look at. Yeah... work is turning into a bitch. Hey.. I guess I should at least be glad I have a job.. It's not like it's hard work. I'll stop complaining now...

~*Happiness is not a fish that you can catch.*~ 8:11 PM