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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2003.09.28 6:20 p.m.
no one's seen pansy in days. really. i can't remember the last time i saw him. i'd notice right away if adventure cat didn't come home. but pansy's a weirdo. he has a collar on though, with his liscense. i do hope he comes home..a little. and then doesn't pee on all my things.
i'm really liking painting umbrellas. i really like umbrellas. i haven't really had time to do anything crafty though in a really long time. i like being crafty. and hot.
i really didn't want to be at work today. luckily i only stayed for four hours. someone was close to getting it though. but all the french families came in for lunch, bernie (the police officer) and corrina are my favorite with their pack of cute kids. just kids running around yelling in french is cuter than english kids.
i stayed after i was done to have a waffle with a little bit of strawberries. i ate out back on the picnic table, and mark took his break at the same time. we had such an odd conversation. it turns out that he really quite christian. ehhh. and not the good kind of christian that lets other people do their own thing, the kind that thinks that everyone who's not a christian is wrong wrong wrong. i really wasn't in the mood to argue about it (what is the point in arguing when someone's like that?), so i just let him say what he wanted, and grimmaced at him. he ate most of my waffle. let me tell you, the tiny part of me that was still considering wanting to mack him was smushed right there. and run over. my least favorite thing that religious people do is say 'i don't have the answer to that right now, but i just know it inside'. things like that..fuck. i'm making it sound much worse than it was. he's still pretty funny. and a nice guy, so i shouldn't be sooo hard on him. it's ungodly anyway.
but fate (god) does want me to see sweet constantine. after i was done eating my waffle i went to my car, then i realized i had to talk to danielle about shifts, so i went back inside. and as i was talking to her constantine came in. looking pretty good, ready for his touch football game. i think i talked him into having his grilled cheese.
niki and i are going to jazz again tonight..apparantly. i want some good tea. maybe they won't charge us again. i hope she brings will robbins. because he's kind of cute. and funny. and then we'd all have lip rings and look like
some sort of irritating cult.
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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