This Could Only Happen To Me

There’s a new daily read on the left side over there. Took out plastic girl cos she hasn’t written in like 3 weeks. Cha. The new one is a new blog, hopefully a good one. I think it will be. Just read it and be quiet. I asked her where she happened to stumble across my blog from..and I got one of those ” my cousins friend told his next door neighbors co-worker about it” answers. Now that is scary as hell! I can just hear the convos over the water cooler:

“She’s such a fucken dumbass, why doesn’t she just dump that loser?”

“I dont know but did you see what she did last weekend? Hello ho-ville”

Nah, it’s cool. It’s all good. I love the blog community. Love the bloggers, love to blog. Blog on, motherfuckers.

Found something incredibly fun..and dangerous…

Just a Tip

You can send an anonymous criticism or compliment to anyone with an email address. Does their breath stink? Do they need to start using deodorant? Know someone who has nice teeth? Send them a note from there..it’s quite fun. Of course I’ve already sent some…Cha.

Am sitting here at my desk eating Wolfgang Puck soup. Should be called Wolf down the phuck soup. Not great. Not great at all. Wolfgang hasn’t perfected the art of canned soup, apparently.

Not a whole hell of a lot going on. Gail called a meeting today and said she wants the office to appear more formal, starting now. No short summer dresses, not thongs, minimal sandals, etc. bleh, double bleh. I really hate spending money on work clothes. Everyone is so hell fire concerned about what the Board Members think. The Board Members. We need to impress the Board Members. They are gods, they are Royalty. We are their servants. No, Im a damn good assistant in a sun dress. Deal with it.

Gonna fry up some yummy Tri tip on the old Georgie Foreman tonight. yum city. Master Coles also wants some merlot. I prefer wine in a box.

Missed Six Feet Under this week..waiting to catch it in reruns. Almost caught it last night, but it had been on for 7 minutes, and we decided if we miss the “death” at the beginning that it would lose something. I think it’s on again tonight. Also rented “The Wall” that we have the next 6 days to watch..I rented it from the library.

Looks like CPD may be coming down from the hills for a few days. Im skeptical, but would like to see him if he does. I wont hold my breath.

God my writing is boring when Im sober.

Was just now hearing the kind of niceties that are so nice, they are unnerving to hear. My heart is so incredibly fragile, I feel like. i want to read between the lines, but I know what the fall is like when I do. Now placting my mind and body with oreos.

I remember when I was 18 years old, I knew I would marry Dan. We’d only ever even seen each other face to face twice. Everything else was either by mail or by phone. This was B. I. (Before internet.) Then we married a few years later, and boom…Two years after we were married, I knew we weren’t gonna make it for the long haul. I could see us trying and struggling for a long time first, but eventually..we would not be together. Now 15 years later…bam. Divorce City. I kind of have that same feeling now..the first one..but it’s so different. So much more mature. And that always scares the crap outta me when I start feeling this way, cause the hammer coming down is never far behind…

Im reading a great great great book. I got it at the Booksale! It’s called The First Sin of Ross Michael Carlson. It’s about this sensational murder that happened, the trial, etc. This 19 y/o Mr All American boy killed his parents, and claimed Multiple Personality Disorder as his defense. It was a groundbreaking trial, but the coolest thing is that it happened about 2 miles from where I am sitting right now. It’s so cool to read the book and smile at all the references he makes to the roads and restaurants, business and hospitals that i drive by every single day. I can’t put the damn thing down. I took it to Pueblo today and read it for about an hour on the way home and finally decided I was probably being rude, and that Mark was probably feeling ignored.

It makes my day when someone I dont know reads my blog and writes to tell me about it. I always wonder what you think. Do you understand my life? Are you completly lost and confused? Does it make you laugh? am I a dumbass? Is it possible Im not as attractive as I think I am? (aahh..Seinfeld reference..)

I am so not looking forward to going to work tomorrow after the wonderful chewing out I got today. I need to buck up, I know..and I will. It just sucks.

I’m going to bed. It’s so cozy there…cos of the nice words.

Lol – got an email from “Fragmented” and she said she hadn’t even realized my link was inoperable on her site, and hadn’t intended to make it look like she had taken me off. Wrote her back right away and told her sorry for my mention, and assumption. Funny.

And a note to JC The reference you asked about is Mark. aka Master Coles. And please send your email address , I would love to send you a personal note, and find out why you can relate so well to what I’m conveying here. And you’re right, “PF” Is dead in the water. Thank god. PF was the exwife of BN tho, so no romantic connection there at all. God, Is the code really that messed up? I will try to be more clear.

Sitting at the Coles camp after getting back from Pueblo to pick up Emma. Gonna go to a baby shower for Laura from Marks work in a little while. I was so shocked he asked me to go. cool tho. There’s been a lot of attention and niceties there. Trying hard not to read anything into it, cos I know it just aint there. *Sigh.

Went and did some yard saleing yesterday then went by the booksale early this morning to finish up some money counting business. Gail said she was “disappointed” that Ihadn’t spent more time at the sale..translated..”You should have been here all weekend like we were”. I didn’t understand that was the expectations..and even if I did, I refuse to be married to that job. I got a little upset at first, but now I feel indignant.

I am unmoved to write right now. Bleh. I need to curl my hair and get primped for the Coles work crowd at the shower. I feel fat.