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.
2004.12.19 9:48 a.m.
i don't have time for writing.
you know you're working too much when 8 hours of sleep feels like the best treat of your life. man sleeping is so hot. mum said she was looking at my schedule for the week and it looked like i probably just shouldn't get out of bed.
yesterday was long. long forever. i spent 10 hours in the mall. that made me pretty ill, i can't lie. the cashout was all screwed up so i stayed around with sarah until she got things sorted out. it was a pain.
and i get to go back today! but only for six hours. fucking hell.
and yesterday it wasn't busy enough to not be boring. i can only take so much boredom. there's just so many better things to do with my time. like christmas, for example.
everyone at body shop seems to quite like me. which i find a little odd...but you know. but this means that i am frequently the one they talk to about other people. what the eff?
no, i do like everyone there though. mostly. at least i have entertaining co-workers. if i hated everyone there it would be the most hellfire place ever.
i think that for friends' presents i'm delaying giving them for a few days, just so's you know. you'll probably not get your gifts until a few days after christmas at least. i want to have time to put proper effort into things. (not that i will get around to it then either but...we can only hope.)
i really want to see despistado again. why do they have to break up? i want to see all of everyone again. i'm getting tired of loving music. it takes so much effort.
i just went to bed after i got home last night. i wish i weren't exhausted most of the time. i'm really going to be needing to see everyone a lot before i go. i can't wait until i have no more working to do. that will be the hottest shit ever.
i should come up with something fun to
make the time go by.
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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