Okay. I have had it with the entries that revolve around me getting completely hammered and making a giant ass of myself. That schtick is getting really old fast, and I’m running out of guys in this town to make a fool of myself in front of! And speaking of ass, the beer I’ve been consuming lately has seemed to make a beeline straight to my butt. I must start drinking something less fattening. Ha.
Hmmm. Same story, different day.
I’m not sure, but I think it’s because it’s the end of the year and I feel like if I can just slide through December, then I will get my shit together come January. Start Fresh. 2002. Yeah. At least that’s the excuse I’m going to give anyway! Every year I’m blown away by how fast the days, weeks, and months fly by. Every year I have high hopes for what’s going to happen in the year to come.
Yep folks. It’s approaching personal inventory time. Or at least time to start thinking about the approach of personal inventory time! Stay tuned…
I haven’t made out my Match.com profile yet. I’m a little frightened by what I’ve been reading in A.Mo’s diary about her wannabe suitors. Gads, there are so many bad-spellin’, jive-talkin’, booty-call tryin’, freaky taste-havin’, tight-fitting aqua shirt wearin’ cretins out there. *shudder*
I have been checking out the guys’ profiles too. C’mon, guys!! Can’t you please come up with something more original than “Hey Ladies, Come ‘n Get It!!” *double shudder*
[puts pressure on self to come up with REALLY creative profile]
[procrastinates some more]
[begin bitch]
Speaking of suck, that’s what work did today. I’m really sorry for whining about my job again. I am soooooo happy to have one. Every time I get upset about something (namely my bee-otch of a boss and the crap she pulls), I have to tell myself over and over how lucky I am to be in such a position and how grateful I should be to have this damn job. Really, it’s my dream job. I love, love, love what I do. It’s just the extra job that was added on top when I got my promotion that gets me down. And the fact that I still have two assistant slots open after 8 months! Hello. I am the ONLY person on my team (well, except for my clerical assistant who is never here)! A little over a year ago, there were two people (my old boss and me) who did literally half of what my responsibilities cover right now. And we both worked 40-hour weeks! It just doesn’t add up, does it?
Do you see why I want to drink myself silly every night? First and foremost, it’s to calm my frazzled nerves and forget about work for a couple of hours. Secondly, it’s to make an ass of myself in front of anyone who’ll watch! Kidding.
And I simply hate having a bad attitude.
And I simply hate sneaking into the bathroom almost daily to cry for a couple of minutes. That’s all it takes. Really, that’s all I have time for! I have to schedule my crying breaks!!
* deep breaths *
Much better. Thanks. Just let me get it out here and in the bathroom and I’ll be okay.
[end bitch]
And with that, I’m off to see if I can’t de-stressify a little bit the healthier way…at the gym.
Adios.
P.S. Clif never called.
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