Lord. What the hell? Its not that I have nothing to write, I guess its just that I have nothing really new to write. Its all the same old shite, and Im getting tired of repeating myself.
But I guess Ill just send along a quickie update:
No call from the Apprentice people. But I have been in touch with the hot guy I talked to in the lobby when we werent supposed to be talking to each other. I think we pissed the casting director off, but– oh well.
Work gets more hectic by the day, and I feel less and less secure. I overheard Prez say something really freaky today. Hes been talking to a guy I used to work with at my last company, and I heard him say that he wanted to hire the guy! Um, right. That would mean the ole squeeze would be put on me. Color me paranoid, but I think I need to take immediate action.
And I would if I werent leaving for London in the morning.
New York is looking better and better by the day. San Francisco is a very close second. A change of scene would do me good.
I finally scheduled a full-blown physical when I get back in the country. Im just not feeling 100%. Im dreading it. I told them to poke, prod, prick, and puncture.
It seems like forever since I was last poked (or pricked for that matter).
I just ate a Krispy Kreme donut with green and white sprinkles on it. Perhaps my fat ass is the reason why no poke.
Fuck poke, I need to go home and PACK!
Im out of the country for a week. See you on the flip.
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