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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2003.09.10 7:26 p.m.
it's amazing how much things have slowed down at the foo po since it's gotten to be fall. it's pretty great. so much less stressful, especially if i get to have sundays off. it was just me and helen and paul on today, and we didn't have anything to do. everything was stocked, clean, and filled. it was a good thing though, as i was feeling awfully slow moving. i like working with lots of people though, so i'm missing that.
paul was talking about how his girlfriend jen makes 18.75 an hour at sasktel. holy god. that's a full 11 dollars over what i make, i'd be thankful to be making just the 11 dollars. i need money. how addictive money and buying things is. why did i ever start buying into this..so to speak...
working the slow weekdays means far less flirting though. which is probably for the best. though i miss enver, and his dorky 'middle earth' comments. aww. i've decided against mark. quite. dave and i were discussing how annoying he is. i love dave though, i like to give him hugs. and make inappropriate comments with.
i wish i had a real crush/stalkee again. i hardly think of sweet constantine. except for humour. and phil is a little...awkward. and your mom, just isn't so fullfilling.
i applied for a job i don't want today. at tastebuds, it'd be doing pretty much the exact same thing i do at j.f.e.!! luckily i never heard back from those other jobs i didn't want. i don't know why i'm even applying. i think just to make myself do something i don't want to. lame.
my aunt got a new kitten. it is quite quite tiny and funny looking. i like to poke at it. i wish i had a new kitten. except i don't, as i really don't need another cat.
i read more monologues. and vomited some more. this is pointless. they all suuuuck.
i'm bored. i'm bored. i'm bored. someone save me.
i wish i had more to relate. i wish i could intimate the feeling in my belly that makes me think something dreadful will happen if i stay here. unchanging. i'd like to explain the idea for a show i've been having, but i don't even understand how i would work yet..so instead i'm going to go sleep or watch television.
or read more monologues.
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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