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It�s about time for an update, right? Right! Wish I had something of substance to update about. The Q guy has not bothered to call me back since Sunday, after he called me, spoke for about 2 minutes and said he would call me back after the game. My one and only question is, WHY CALL IN THE FIRST GAWD DAMN PLACE IF YOU CANT GIVE ME THE FUCKING ATTENTION NEEDED TO ENGAGE IN A MEANIGFUL CONVERSATION ON THE PHONE BECAUSE YOU ARE SO DISTRACTED BY A DAMN FOOTBALL GAME????? Moving on�� I talked to B the other day. He sounded like the B that I miss. The B that makes me want him. Things in his life are hectic. He is basically living in hotels and in his car because he travels so much. He gave up his apartment in IL. He was looking at a house in OH (where he is moving to for the new job). He made an offer on the house but it wasn�t accepted. He didn�t have a back up plan, which is why he is living in and out of hotels. All his shit is basically sitting in a moving truck waiting for him to find a place to live so that it can be moved. The hotles, moving truck food and company car are all covered by his job. MUST BE NICE! I still worry about him like crazy. He gets very little sleep and he is driving all the time. We are again making plans to see each other. Possible late November. J-mac seems to be avoiding me or he has the never ending excuse of being to busy. Whatever his reasons for not calling back are not good enough I skipped WW yesterday. I have been weighing myself at home and shit aint looking to good. I don�t know what the deal is since I have been working out a lot this past week and not eating out. It�s kinda of a bummer especially since I don�t know what I am doing wrong. My Mom bought the tickets for the cruise. Know that it�s official; I got to get myself together. I wanted to lose 20lbs by Dec. 22 when we set sail. It was totally do able 3 weeks ago, but after two weeks of setbacks I�m not so sure anymore. But it�s worth a shot, right (thinking positive thoughts, hoping it will help the fat cells on my ass shrink) Next month I am going to Dallas for a work conference. I�m looking forward to the conference and going to Dallas. I am not looking forward to sharing my room with the (much older) co-worker. The co-worker is sweet as pie and I really do like her, but her perfume makes me nauseous. It reminds me of one of those fake �designer� perfumes that you can pick up for $2.99 at Wal-Mart. It�s the same perfume that was really popular in the late 80�s early 90�s. You know the kind that comes in the aerosol can and wears off after ten minutes so in order to compensate you spray every inch of your body twice in order to ensure the perfume last for a while. I realize she is an older women (I�m guessing early 60�s) but damn, does she really half to smell like one? Does she know the stinch of is burning my nose hairs? I try to stay away from the co-worker in the morning because on an empty stomach, the smell can cause havoc on my tummy. I can�t imagine spending 4 nights in a room with her. Yuck! Got big plans for the weekend�.I�m taking my braids out. WoooHooo. After a few days rest, I�m getting my shit right back braided again. Maybe some cornrows so I can come to work looking like an educated gangster and scare the bejesus outta the new co-workers. The reaction from folks over some ethnic hair is sometime hilarious. |
9:29 a.m. || October 15, 2004 |
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