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havent been here in some time now...journals always fade in interest for me. i should be more diligent in keeping better track of my life.. ah well, whats a girl to do.?..
my life (at work) is the movie, "office space"..i hate every mind boggling minute of it. with my manager, the "project manager", being the most incompitent baffoon i have ever come to know. today has been an interesting one, as they all are, but more so, since today has been horribly drenched in bad luck. i am not one to hold so close to any idea so foolish as luck, or the lack thereof, however i am at a loss of any other reasoning at this time. those days when you must honestly start laughing at the hilarity of everything going wrong that can. why is it when people start having a bad day, more bad seems to happen to them?.. maybe, since we expect bad things to happen, we only notice those things. i wish i could crawl into some bubble and not have to come out again...a bubble with proper ventilation so i can still paint, maybe a coffee machine, and an unlimited supply of camel lights in a box. i would also have to invent some kind of apperatus that would allow to let things in and out of the bubble, at my discretion...of course. my brother is rumored to be coming home earlier then expected, i cant wait. i hate the feeling of inadequacy...tonight, slip into a comfy pair of pj's, a great big bong hit, and...well, maybe nothing else at all. *calgon take me away*
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