So, I woke up [sort of] with the excitement already implanted in my brain: Today was friday, and I could finally relax.
Or..not. Especially since today is only thursday. Go tard-o.
Anyway:
Last night = Office Holiday Party. I thought to myself, this is going to be a drag. But hey, whattaya know, once the office Higher Ups are out of the office, they're pretty damn cool. Now everyone knows that the boss's son calls me "Vixen", and half the employees left thinking that one of the area coordinators was leaving her husband for me. Go Team!
Much lewdness and ruckus causing was had, but I'm damn exhausted from getting home so late and having to wake up so early every day...
I ache for hugs and kisses from a certain someone out there. Soon. But..sometimes, soon isn't soon enough...
Le sigh...
Today has been a productive day. It seems I'm always super productive when I'm overly tired. Mainly, I think, because when I'm tired, I have a much shorter fuse with everything going on around me, which in turn means that I can't stand a mess or any clutter, etc. And so, I spent the morning giving my co-'worker' the what-for [ again ] for not pulling her weight, and cleaning the goddamned building up...
Then she bitched about the smell of the stuff I used to clean everything off with giving her a headache and making her sneeze. So, I punched her in the face, figuring that if her nose was bleeding, she wouldn't much notice a few boogers dripping out.
I kid. But that doesn't mean I didn't think about...
Cut to Break Time
Laundry. Cleaning. Rearrangment. Planning and preparation. Preparation and planning.
Gah!
If things continue this way, I'm going to have to start my holiday baking at the end of next week so that I have everything done by when I need it done. Yarg!
HOWEVER:
I did get almost everything for everyone that I planned on getting something for yesterday. It's the preparation and creation that always takes all the time. [I s'pose this is why the smart folk start early?]
Eh well..
Progressing:
Have I mentioned yet that I hate the holidays?
Moreso, I fucking hate the snow. I hate it, and if I was missing a limb for every year I've said I'd give one up to be rid of the snow for good, I'd be down at least 17 limbs, which means at this point, I've left quite a few people limbless. Quite a feat when you realize that I, myself, am limbless as well. How do I do it?!
Retard-o-bot. I know.
Finished knitting up another scarf. Also, I got this awesome lamp from the secretary! Pictures pending, since the [brand new] batteries I put in my camera are mysteriously missing.
On another note, I get these letters and such from animal shelters all over the country, and each and every one of them makes me cry. Every time.
I know I will probably get all sorts of flak for it, but I almost always send them money. I can't say no. I think people think they're being taken when they send money to animal shelters, and I don't understand why. Is it more believable when you're told the money is going to animals with a little less fur and two less legs, such as yourself? Gah. I don't get it...I give whatever I can to whoever I can, whenever I can. If I have it and you do not, what the hell am I hoarding it for?
Progressing:
Things don't make me happy. It annoys me when people constantly ask me what I want for [insert holiday here] and give me guff when I say I don't want anything, because of course I want more things to pile into my already overstuffed closet or shove under my bed for eternity..Right?
When I want something, I'm pretty vocal about it. But, those things are few and far between, and maybe I'm just not any good at this game, but they don't make me feel any better, anyway. Maybe what I'm about to say is cynical, even for me, but no one seems to ever put thought into gifts anymore and that's frustrating. Cliche, enough, it really is the thought that counts - I don't care if the only thing I recieve is a hand made card, written on construction paper and scrawled in crayon, at least I know you put time and thought into it...
Le sigh. Me and my tangents. Some days, they get the best of me...and all that because I opened my mail mid-entry!
Ahem..pressing forward:
In continuing with Evil Tradition, I will be sending holiday cards out to total strangers again this year. Some of you may or may not remember this from last christmas/new years/valintines day, but I'm at it again. Hand written goodness by your good pal Evil. Step on up, folks, I've got enough to go around...
And...
I'm wearing the same pants I wore yesterday. I woke up too late to be bothered with opening my closet, and since my belt was still in these ones from last night, I just threw 'em on and ran out the door. Go me.
It's fucking cold. No thank you. Snow tomorrow, I hear. Lots. Like, minimum eight inches. Yowza!
Have I mentioned yet that I fucking hate snow?
So, the critters, they're all in one room now - the one that gets at least a little heat - and even though he's on the other side of the room, I swear my ball python is eyeing my rats. Yar. Dinner, himthinks.
I will admit that I don't remember much of what I've just written; I'm over tired, starving, and not looking forward to getting up at 4am to trudge to work to have a bunch of idiot parents call and ask if their children have school. Turn on your TV, for christ's sake!
23 Days left, SG. Enjoy it while ya can!
G'night, Lovelies.
Or..not. Especially since today is only thursday. Go tard-o.
Anyway:
Last night = Office Holiday Party. I thought to myself, this is going to be a drag. But hey, whattaya know, once the office Higher Ups are out of the office, they're pretty damn cool. Now everyone knows that the boss's son calls me "Vixen", and half the employees left thinking that one of the area coordinators was leaving her husband for me. Go Team!
Much lewdness and ruckus causing was had, but I'm damn exhausted from getting home so late and having to wake up so early every day...
I ache for hugs and kisses from a certain someone out there. Soon. But..sometimes, soon isn't soon enough...
Le sigh...
Today has been a productive day. It seems I'm always super productive when I'm overly tired. Mainly, I think, because when I'm tired, I have a much shorter fuse with everything going on around me, which in turn means that I can't stand a mess or any clutter, etc. And so, I spent the morning giving my co-'worker' the what-for [ again ] for not pulling her weight, and cleaning the goddamned building up...
Then she bitched about the smell of the stuff I used to clean everything off with giving her a headache and making her sneeze. So, I punched her in the face, figuring that if her nose was bleeding, she wouldn't much notice a few boogers dripping out.
I kid. But that doesn't mean I didn't think about...
Cut to Break Time
Laundry. Cleaning. Rearrangment. Planning and preparation. Preparation and planning.
Gah!
If things continue this way, I'm going to have to start my holiday baking at the end of next week so that I have everything done by when I need it done. Yarg!
HOWEVER:
I did get almost everything for everyone that I planned on getting something for yesterday. It's the preparation and creation that always takes all the time. [I s'pose this is why the smart folk start early?]
Eh well..
Progressing:
Have I mentioned yet that I hate the holidays?
Moreso, I fucking hate the snow. I hate it, and if I was missing a limb for every year I've said I'd give one up to be rid of the snow for good, I'd be down at least 17 limbs, which means at this point, I've left quite a few people limbless. Quite a feat when you realize that I, myself, am limbless as well. How do I do it?!
Retard-o-bot. I know.
Finished knitting up another scarf. Also, I got this awesome lamp from the secretary! Pictures pending, since the [brand new] batteries I put in my camera are mysteriously missing.
On another note, I get these letters and such from animal shelters all over the country, and each and every one of them makes me cry. Every time.
I know I will probably get all sorts of flak for it, but I almost always send them money. I can't say no. I think people think they're being taken when they send money to animal shelters, and I don't understand why. Is it more believable when you're told the money is going to animals with a little less fur and two less legs, such as yourself? Gah. I don't get it...I give whatever I can to whoever I can, whenever I can. If I have it and you do not, what the hell am I hoarding it for?
Progressing:
Things don't make me happy. It annoys me when people constantly ask me what I want for [insert holiday here] and give me guff when I say I don't want anything, because of course I want more things to pile into my already overstuffed closet or shove under my bed for eternity..Right?
When I want something, I'm pretty vocal about it. But, those things are few and far between, and maybe I'm just not any good at this game, but they don't make me feel any better, anyway. Maybe what I'm about to say is cynical, even for me, but no one seems to ever put thought into gifts anymore and that's frustrating. Cliche, enough, it really is the thought that counts - I don't care if the only thing I recieve is a hand made card, written on construction paper and scrawled in crayon, at least I know you put time and thought into it...
Le sigh. Me and my tangents. Some days, they get the best of me...and all that because I opened my mail mid-entry!
Ahem..pressing forward:
In continuing with Evil Tradition, I will be sending holiday cards out to total strangers again this year. Some of you may or may not remember this from last christmas/new years/valintines day, but I'm at it again. Hand written goodness by your good pal Evil. Step on up, folks, I've got enough to go around...
And...
I'm wearing the same pants I wore yesterday. I woke up too late to be bothered with opening my closet, and since my belt was still in these ones from last night, I just threw 'em on and ran out the door. Go me.
It's fucking cold. No thank you. Snow tomorrow, I hear. Lots. Like, minimum eight inches. Yowza!
Have I mentioned yet that I fucking hate snow?
So, the critters, they're all in one room now - the one that gets at least a little heat - and even though he's on the other side of the room, I swear my ball python is eyeing my rats. Yar. Dinner, himthinks.
I will admit that I don't remember much of what I've just written; I'm over tired, starving, and not looking forward to getting up at 4am to trudge to work to have a bunch of idiot parents call and ask if their children have school. Turn on your TV, for christ's sake!
23 Days left, SG. Enjoy it while ya can!
G'night, Lovelies.
VIEW 5 of 5 COMMENTS
brian666:
SG has you for 26 days i have you forever hahahah your soul is mine bitch 
lexie:
wait.. you're leaving us in 23 days... 