Spaz in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

  • Sept. 21, 2002, midnight
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No time to write, really. I’m out the door ridiculously early to head to NYC with the girls. Yes, this is a working trip and I really shouldn’t be so frazzled. Nor should I be trying so hard to get all this shit done for a job that I’m going to leave. But I guess that’s the way I’m always going to be.

So, so, soooo much to write. I have no idea if I’m going to have any time to write whilst in the midst of the city, so I’m going to jot down some ticklers to help me remember some of the things I’ve been meaning to write about lately:

  • Super T. and his super cute yet super odd behavior
  • Getting lucky in the Super Target…again!
  • Brian The Prom Date stealing a kiss before surgery
  • Finally coming clean to LDL about the new job and his reaction (I’m sure you can imagine)
  • My continuous spastic behavior as I shake up my whole life

    Whoops. Gotta fly now.

    Ta,

    GS

    P.S. Yes, RWS is right. I have been wanting a major career move for a long, long time now. I should be thrilled and not scared or upset about it. Thank you all for reminding me of that.

    P.P.S. I knew I shoulda done laundry before I packed. I’d prefer not to have to go commando on this trip, but I may have no choice.


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