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disclaimer: this is the life and times of meredith r. mistletoe. i'm making a slight attempt to disguise my identity and hide things that i write about and pretend i don't feel things i do. but if you read this and i don't know you read it, then you read it at your own risk. and you should let me know you're reading it... especially because a lot of the time things need clarifying or aren't quite true anymore or etc etc etc.

note: potential employers: please do not judge me on my diaryland. that's lame.

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2003|08|23 11:57 p.m.

there were no cute boys at work. seriously, about the cutest it got was adam/moses.

oh, cyrus, if you read this, i talked to moses about jocelyn and i found out who she has a crush on, but it isn't you. i'm sorry. but i don't think that that should deter you. she knows that someone in your guys' group likes her, but not who, and apparantly it's driving her insane. and she thinks that everyone hates her.

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i had another nap this afternoon. sleeping has become the most lucrative, beautiful enjoyable thing. i guess anything you deprive yourself of gets more desirable. none the less. i love it, love it.

i will in fact be heading back there right quick. and i've started reading again. i haven't gotten through a novel all summer. but i can never do things properly, so i'm trying to read three books at once (skinny legs and all, bokkie, and echo), it's not ending well. i love being wrapped in blankets and sweaters when it's chilly, with a good book. oh, fall, how exciting.

what are you being for hallowe'en. and does anyone young/young-looking want to go trick-or-treating with me? cause i'm ready. i should go as your mom.

i have to buy my weakerthans ticket, remind me. where do i get it, anyway? and how much is it?

family, are we still on for winnipeg? i'd like to know details and the game plan.

i want to go to college and have a college bunnyhug and sweats and a coffee mug and a backpack and a team to cheer for and go to football games and live in a dorm and always eat kraft dinner. except for the kraft dinner part. ugh.

people at work were talking about how funny i was being yesterday but i just kept denying everything they said i was saying/doing. it was really fun. and frustrating for them.
hey, meredith, do that subtle hump you were showing us yesterday.
what? subtle hump? um, that sounds strange. are you sure you weren't doing the humping. like with so-and-so's mom?

today this guy came up to me and said
'you forgot to give me the cutlery'
we have self-serve cutlery, ketchup, pop and various other things. i was oh-so tempted to say
'cutlery? um, do you mean celery? that doesn't come with your meal'
(he would have said) 'no, cutlery, like forks and knives?'
'we have pork. yes, but you ordered a hamburger, as for knives, are you implying you'd like to cut me deep? really sir, i'm going to have to ask you to leave.' etc etc.

nevermind. okay?

you know what i like? sugar, i wish i had some right now. and salt and fat.

and a little of your mom.

previously - and then

*oh random entry*

all the diarylands. - 2008.02.21
I move my head. - 2008.01.27
read the other one. - 2008.01.21
was Medium? - 2008-01-17
Or maybe I won't. - 2008.01.15

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