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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2002.10.13 10:05 p.m.
i have a horrible headache. since 9 this morning.
i spent the afternoon cooking. i volunteered to cook thanksgiving supper, in order to avoid having my house smell like turkey and to eat a subway sandwich because it was all so gross.
it was a very good supper though. mushroom and basil lasagne. garlic bread. two kinds of salad and pumkin pie. yes, pie.
it sucks though because this is my only day off until friday i think. ick. i can't wait until november when i'll hopefully be working six days a week. super yay.
i really don't like my new co-worker, chandra. i really tried yesterday too. i really did. fuck.
i've been in a terrible mood for three days. it's irratating. for me and for my family.
i don't have enough money to go to college.
i don't have enough money for anything. fuck.
i'd have to look into student loans. and other junk. fuck.
i do need to get out of here though.
the phone hasn't rung for me in a few days. and this is normal now, i don't even notice. i've turned off the phone in my bedroom. i don't expect to know what the crew is doing.
i want to go to that french play. but it's not looking like i'll be able to. fuck.
well......fuck.
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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