June 03, 2002 :: 10:31 p.m.
"I feel like I'm running from the apocolypse."
Whoa. All these new features make me wet my Gold Member panties. I want to play with them, but... grr, I want to do it on my OWN computer. You know? Blah. I hurt. The whole "jumping back on the diet wagon" went to shit again tonight. My job is terribly bad for my health. I do so well when I'm not there - I don't eat much junky stuff because I don't keep a lot around the house, and because somehow being at work sucks all the willpower out of me. Like a void of fatness and lack of self-control or something. *sigh* I'll just try to do better tomorrow, I guess. Not much else I really
can do.
Moving on, but still work-related. Why is it that people will pop their head in the door and ask, "Are you closed?" but pay no attention to the answer? Seriously, like five people came in while we were closing up and asked for things. One guy wanted coffee, another wanted soda. The coffees were still out and the soda fountain was on, but Roy had already emptied the registers, so we just gave it to them for free. A few others actually wanted food, but sorry guys, no luck. Get the hell out of my store before I punch a fuckin' pepperoni through your forehead. (Ah, Arnold. I want broccoli AND pineapple on my pizza. No pepperoni, no bullets, please.)
I had semi-plans to watch one of the Star Wars movies with Joe and Danny tonight, but that didn't happen. It's just as well, because I wasn't too enthused in the first place. I'm tired and I don't particularly enjoy Star Wars... I've spent the evening reading and listening to some of the music that I dug out of the closet the other day, which has been a nice, relaxing sort of fun. I'm probably going to take a bath later, and then go to sleep, because I'm sad and grandma-ish and have to get up early. Fun times.
I'm going to eat a popsicle. Mmm, luscious icy treat. I'm coming, darling, I can hear you calling me. (Bye.)
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