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.
2005.12.17 10:23 a.m.
looks like it's about time for people to start coming home.
what the eff is with this weather? i am so not down. woah, it's supposed to be plus 2 next friday.
yeah, i'm sick of working now. for reals. so sick of working. luckily i get tomorrow and monday off. but then i work til christmas. oh fucking eh. it's been so slow and that makes it even worse. the hours just drag by. and i want to punch some of my coworkers in the mouth. but i also really like some of them.
denille also read the email about chuck norris so we've mostly be whispering about chuck norris to each other.
nothing says christmas in this household like the morman tabernacle choir tape (of a record) that i'm listening to right now. oh holy hell it's christmas.
my good mood has yet to break. i'm still overly-impressed with life and feelings and interactions and how fucked up everything is in general.
amigos was fun the other night. i did dance a bit. with alilake, so that was hot. and i got to see people i like. it's been years since i've really interacted with graeme, and i forgot how much i like him.
where is fraser? some best friend. that's what i say.
instead of doing anything last night i just went to sleep. yep mehta, you were right, most naps end the next morning. a good 14 hours. yikes.
okay, i'm still not done shopping for christmas. why is this? what the hell is wrong with me?
i keep thinking it will sort itself out.
well, i have the next couple of days off (already too many plans) so maybe something will happen then.
stevedave invited me to a girls christmas party tonight. maybe i'll go and maybe i won't! you never know with me. anything is possible. but i like the idea of just a gathering of girls. except that i hate girls. but i like steve...well...
but first i have to get through a 9 hour shift in hell, and by hell i
mean the mall.
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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