Description : A quintessential look into a day in my life. I'm a crazy, sexy, cool, college chick with goals, dreams, and drama. Come read what's going on in my world!
Sup, Each new year brings a real sentiment to me and my siblings. It's not only the start of a new beginning of fresh ideas, goals, accomplishments, the demise of unwanted issues, or the resolution to past problems, but I celebrate the day because it's the anniversary of my Dad's date of birth. Think about it.. how cool is it to be born on the same day we celebrate the beginning of the earth? I know we estimate the date, but who cares? That's just awesome! Happy Birthday dad!!
Are you wondering if I have any new year's resolutions? If you were to ask me, the answer would be yes and no. YES because I need to get back on track with going to the gym... I've been slacking since I started the new job and its starting to show a little bit. But NO because, I have already found a co-worker to be my workout buddy and we decided to do this for us and not because the new year is near. YES because I know I plan on living my life fuller than what I did this year. NO because even though I am going to live my life fuller, I don't need the new year to kick that off. That plan just happens to coincide with the start of a new year. I am so excited. One of the first things I am going to do is go on a weekend vacation and about two weeks later I am going on another one. I am going to enjoy myself and have loads of fun and try at least one new thing each day. Does that sound like as much fun to you as it does to me? The very next thing I am going to do in the midst of my trips is purchase a new computer and redo my room... good thing its tax season... I'm going to need that money and God to make things happen perfectly.
Come'on and share with me your hope, goals, or desires for the new year... I soooo want to read about it!
Sup, Hey all, even though its been about a week since my last entry, I still miss you all. I would write sooner, but I don't really plan on resolving my internet woes until my new computer has arrived. I haven't ordered it yet, but I will and when I do... well then I should be able to make two more entries a week. Here's whats been going on since the last time I entertained you: I am still working as a recovery specialist. Although my job is boring unless I start toying around with non-essential calls or piss some of my clients off... my day is relatively a nap on a rainy day. I am back to my usual "get along with everyone" climate... which great. You know this time last year, I had ran into some jealousy at work. Do you recall when I used the rest of the Christmas toy budget to get all 48 of my co-workers gifts although the company hadn't planned on doing it??? I bought gifts that looked no less than $30. My supervisor walked away with an $80 watch, plus a Geneva chocolate urn filled with delectable chocolates. It was hard work, but I pulled it off. Unfortunately a few of my co-workers didn't like the idea I had executed my plan so greatly. In addition to that part of the snafu.... they had become upset b/c I had perfectly organized the toy gifts for the inmates children. I know the reasoning for their tirade was unwarranted and even preposterous, but its 100% true. Thank God I didn't have to deal with that garbage. OMG, right now I have one major pain in my back... I think it may be gas.... I know TMI... but still.... fucking OOOOooow!!! I am doing some deep breathing and contemplating unfastening my bra....wait.... I think the deep breathing is helping and its moving the g-a-s. Boy am I sleepy. I had called my brother not to long ago, to tell my mom is he sees her to meet me at the mall... I'm not sure if I'm up to going now. OMG cute guy alert.... and it looks like he may be a student... cute and smart.... ow my what did I do to deserve the company? Sike let me stop.... what on earth would John think?
Yes I am still dating John but things are at a stand still and I must confess its my fault. I'm not sure if I said this before, but he likes communicating via text messages.. now I know some people find it easier to speak their mind if they don't have to literally say it. I am sure that is the way John is. Despite me thinking this I have asked John to lay off the text messages because my phone plan is not set for text messaging so I am charged for texts (it used to be before I lost my f'n phone years ago), so one day he sent me a bunch of messages and I flipped my wig (got upset). I called his phone... luckily he didn't answer... I reamed him good. He didn't call me back that night, but rather the next day. He said he heard only part of the message because he knew he was in a heap of shit and better call me immediately. I was much calmer then, but I had still kept my distance. He has asked me several occasions to come visit him, but I insist on meeting on my turf or just making myself too busy to meet up. Then yesterday, he left me a voice message, asking me where I have I been because he missed me and then he called me this morning, but he didn't leave a message. I would have answered today's call, but I wanted to go in the office for a bit for a lil work and lil holiday food and Pollyanna gift exchanging. I gave just about everyone in my department a card and some local radio station memorabilia. I gave away tank tops, a Justin Timberlake DVD of his latest, hottest live concert, pens, pins, stickers, magnets...and other lil trinkets. Everyone seemed pleased. And I am now sleepy. Oh, I must tell you, one person who didn't get a card from me got me a gift card, because I was her pollyanna... the man who was her's never showed up to give a gift. Our supervisor offered her a gift of $20 but she refused it. Another male co-worker who got the man who never showed up with the gift, agreed to take that guys gift back and purchase something else for the woman. I thought that was very thoughtful. And since she got me a gift, I'm going to see if I can find another card to give to her on Monday. Ahhh I feel like I am blabbering... Happy Holidays everyone... I know its early to say Merry Christmas, but I may not log back in till after the holiday so better early than not at all.
'Twas the nocturnal segment of the diurnal period preceding the annual Yuletide celebration, and throughout our place of residence, kinetic activity was not in evidence among the possessors of this potential, including that species of domestic rodent known as Mus musculus. Hosiery was meticulously suspended from the forward edge of the wood burning caloric apparatus, pursuant to our anticipatory pleasure regarding an imminent visitation from an eccentric philanthropist among whose folkloric appellations is the honorific title of St. Nicholas.
The prepubescent siblings, comfortably ensconced in their respective accommodations of repose, were experiencing subconscious visual hallucinations of variegated fruit confections moving rhythmically through their cerebrums. My conjugal partner and I, attired in our nocturnal head coverings, were about to take slumberous advantage of the hibernal darkness when upon the avenaceous exterior portion of the grounds there ascended such a cacophony of dissonance that I felt compelled to arise with alacrity from my place of repose for the purpose of ascertaining the precise source thereof.
Hastening to the casement, I forthwith opened the barriers sealing this fenestration, noting thereupon that the lunar brilliance without, reflected as it was on the surface of a recent crystalline precipitation, might be said to rival that of the solar meridian itself - thus permitting my incredulous optical sensory organs to behold a miniature airborne runnered conveyance drawn by eight diminutive specimens of the genus Rangifer, piloted by a minuscule, aged chauffeur so ebullient and nimble that it became instantly apparent to me that he was indeed our anticipated caller. With his ungulate motive power travelling at what may possibly have been more vertiginous velocity than patriotic alar predators, he vociferated loudly, expelled breath musically through contracted labia, and addressed each of the octet by his or her respective cognomen - "Now Dasher, now Dancer..." et al. - guiding them to the uppermost exterior level of our abode, through which structure I could readily distinguish the concatenations of each of the 32 cloven pedal extremities.
As I retracted my cranium from its erstwhile location, and was performing a 180-degree pivot, our distinguished visitant achieved - with utmost celerity and via a downward leap - entry by way of the smoke passage. He was clad entirely in animal pelts soiled by the ebony residue from oxidations of carboniferous fuels which had accumulated on the walls thereof. His resemblance to a street vendor I attributed largely to the plethora of assorted playthings which he bore dorsally in a commodious cloth receptacle.
