Just about come to the end of an extraordinarily stressful week. Lordy. I know that I must’ve been given this challenge for a reason. I have a feeling that the Powers That Be are looking down on me and taking notes at how I react to all of this stress. I’m sure the report will read something like this:
Overall, I would definitely say I would rank a Needs Improvement on my stress test.
I am a baby. Today, they brought in the possible New Sucker to be interviewed by everyone .except me! I’m pretty sure that he will be hired. I really hate to admit this, but Suzie came to my office to tell me about him, and she likes him for the most part. I really, really hate to admit this, but he’s kinda cool looking. And I seriously hate to admit that I’m very curious about him.
I don’t know why Boss had to hide him from me. It’s like everyone and their dog got to meet him, and I knew exactly what was going on. She has to know that I wouldn’t throw a temper-tantrum in front of him. But then again, I’m a “spoiled brat in need of a spanking”. See yesterday’s entry if you don’t know what I’m talking about.
See? I’m being a pissy baby. And I don’t like it.
Lovely L. has invited me over tonight. She wants to have a mellow evening at home with the girlies (Chrissy, Anna, and I). I really wanted to go out, but I also know that we’ll be going out tomorrow night. I suppose it will be fun, and she did mention to bring a “going-out” outfit to her place just in case.
I have a feeling that we will be staying in though, and I also have a feeling that it could be rather enjoyable. She wants to make lasagna. Perfect for my bingeing as of late! She has weed. All the better to stay at her place and eat lasagna. Her next door neighbors have a hot tub. Even more better to stay home, smoke, eat, and then lounge in the hot tub!
Whoops. I just remembered something. Her next door neighbors are a bunch of guys. Three, I think. One of them put the moves on me a while back. I think he’s kinda cute, but I blew him off. A bunch of times. Hm. I suppose it could be fun. Who knows. Smoke. Eat. Soak. Mmmmmmmmm
Oh man. I’m just gonna roll with it. Yeah.
Attitude adjustment, here I come!
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