Falling Short. Damn. The pants I bought yesterday are too short. They didn’t look that way in the mirror at the store when I tried them on. In fact, I bought two pair. I thought they’d be great for walking the cobblestone streets in Europe. I guess they look okay with boots, which is what I wore them with. Guess I’ll keep them. I don’t have time in my schedule to go back to the mall in Outer Mongolia to return them.
Short Sheeted. And it was so cold this morning!! I’m sick of getting all tangled up in flannel jammies. I prefer to sleep in my undies or nothing at all. I realize I should invest in some flannel sheets, but it only gets chilly for a short time out of the year here. I suppose there should be some good sales on flannel sheets right about now. I could go to the Outer Mongolian Mall to get some and return my too-short pants at the same time But I don’t really feel like it. I’m still trying to figure out when I’m going to do laundry before I leave for Vegas next Monday!
Short Changed. Nothing is working today. It’s gotten so bad at work that I cower like an abused puppy whenever Boss comes around. I swear, it’s past time to move on. But how can I swing this? I want to last at least through Europe. Then I want out. Period. By that time, New Sucker will be on board and he will be fine. Believe me, he will be just fine because I’ve set this area up perfectly. Let him shine. I’m so tired of second guessing myself. I’ve gotten so insecure! If I stay here under Boss, she will surely squash me like a bug. She’s already told me that she thinks I’m too “nice”.
Eat my shorts. That goes out to anyone who thinks I’m TOO NICE!!
Life’s too short. LDL popped on the IM while I was online last night. Honestly, it was nice to see him on. We IM’d for quite a while. He made me smile. And then he started in on something that led me to believe he’s still lurking out there reading my OD+. He gave me the old familiar lecture about not letting my work get me so down. He reminded me that we are only visitors on this Earth for a short time, and in the end it just doesn’t matter. At all. Who gives a rats ass if I get a good rating at work? Who the hell cares?? It’s so not worth it. Thank you for that, LDL if you’re really reading. I appreciate the kind words coming from you.
Get Shorty. I don’t know why I even bother to post height requirements on my personal ads. I’ve even lowered my standards to six feet and above. I guess all the Six Footers Plus are taken! Getting some interesting responses, though. I mentioned in my ad that in no uncertain terms will one-liners be answered! I also requested a firm grasp of the English language. I have to be honest. It has certainly improved the quality of responses. I guess all you have to do is ask. It doesn’t hurt! I’ll share some when I get some time!
Short Stack. Oops. Work is now piling up into a tall stack. Didn’t I tell myself not to write entries at work anymore?? F*ck it. I also told myself that life is too short.
Short winded. I need to get on up outta here anyway. I have a quick offsite meeting that I need to run to, and then a nice, long workout!! * pant *
Short ‘n’ sweet. G’bye.
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