Miss_M

I am eating baby apples from Traders Joes and Milk and Dark Chocolate covered almonds. Simply wonderful

Reflective Thinking

I have been reading a book latly called the art of keeping secrets. and i have come to the conclusion that i really like it. i of course am hooked and wish that i could stop going to work for one day till i am done reading it. but for some reason no matter how much i love a book i never give up sleep for it. i could stay up late every night for three nights in a row till it is done but i just dont like giving up my sleep. so anyways i made dinner last night of steamed vegtables, mashed potatoes, and Steak and then while my boyfriend ran into the office to put out a "fire" i currled up on the couch and read while VH1 played music videos in the back ground. i have to say i wish every night could be like that. i love to read and i love to watch music videos. after reading the book of course the only thing i want to do is read, smoke, and drink champagne. It would be the life.

Day 1900450

Last night as I lay down to go to sleep I thought that my sleeping arrangements were kind of funny. Let me describe them now.

First on the far left hand side of the bed is my boyfriend with his pillow. Then in the middle of the bed is me. Then taking up the right hand side of the bed and half of the middle is my cat with my pillow. He is big and white with black spots. His name is Goose and some times I call him Gustove just for the heck of it. He quite pisses me off on a regular basis and I plot his demise on a very regular basis. My plots go along the lines of

1. Skin him alive.

2. Poison him.

3. Tie him up on put him on the RR tracks.

4. And that is all.

I wish I was more creative and could come up with some beautiful way to humanly kill the bastard but at last I can not. My reasons for hating him and plotting his demise are as follows

1. He has a stinky butt

2. He pisses in my sink

3. He takes shits in my shower.

4. He puts his stinky butt in my face

5. He leaves his white hair all over everything in my house

6. He demands to drink cold water and would rather die of thirst then drink anything that is partially warm.

7. He gives himself boners all the time while sitting on my couch.

8. He is scared of everything that moves.

9. He pisses on leather

10. He doesn’t like to walk on grass therefore making him an inside cat.

11. I think that should be enough to convince you that I hate him will all my guts.

12. But no there is one more reason why I hate him and this is it. (I kind of love him to and that pisses me off because I don’t want to.)

13. Oh yes and one more thing he reminds me of myself minus the pissing in the sink and shitting in the shower.

Anyways on to other things, as I sit here at this computer writing away like my life depends on it is 6:07 PM on Friday September 5, 2008 and I am still at work. I am not going to do anything fun right now like going to some sporting event or going to see the Phantom of the Opera (it is in town right now) or going out to eat, or going bowling, or going home for that matter. But I don’t really care because I am going to go to the beach tomorrow which is one of my all time favorite places to spend time except when it is cold and rainy which is almost all the time in

Oregon

but I try to take advantage of the good days.

Today at work was one of those days were I worked all day and felt like I got nothing done. I mean really I don’t feel like I did anything. That is sad and I feel like I am going into my weekend rather blue.

As I sit here at my desk I can see out of the corner of my eye a blinking red light. This light is the thorn in my flesh. Every time I see this light I want to cry and I feel tired and I want to sit down at my desk chair and put my head in my arm and  cry. You might wonder what it is that makes me so upset well it is the light on my phone that says I have yet another voice mail. GOTO HELLYOUMOTHERFUCKINGSON’SO BITCHES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sorry for that I just hate the people who call me at work everyday all day long. They know nothing but pretend to know everything and then get mad at you because you know to much and they don’t know as much as you so they feel jealous and threatened and feel the must make you pay for your knowledge and the will report you or call you names or yell at you if they must.