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[tinhuviel]

First off, WORK. These people are driving me fucking batshit. Yes, it's true! The 311 mailings are still loitering on around my cube. I have a publicity list that seems to go with nothing else. I have a press kit that apparently is still missing the photo and order. I now have an order for a mailing that doesn't match up with anything else I have. And I have the Winits order finally, but the authorisation code isn't valid, so I have to wait for a new code or new order before I can proceed. All this is supposed to go out today. Ain't.....gonna....happen.

Also, I have an order for Classics that this dude called about last night, wanting it to go overnight. Excuse me, but we are all gone by 5 PM and this order came in at 5:44 last night. Now, I'm waiting to hear back from him to see if he still wants this overnighted or if I should disregard.

I hate having shit on my desk with which I can do nothing. It makes me paranoid that I'm missing something, so I'm constantly shuffling through papers and getting all antsy. Three more weeks of this crapola.....three.....more.....weeks........three.....more..........weeksssssssssss.........................................

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I had a very alarming dream last night that shall haunt me to the end of my days. It involved someone who shall remain nameless who proceeded to seduce me during my visit, then engaged in terrifying me during "the deed." I also asked him about his girlfriend and, at first he said "who?" then said, "well, we just won't tell her, now will we?" Then he grinned maliciously and molested me vigourously. Never have I had such thoughts much less dreamed about him in such a way. Never do I want to again. It was too....too...::shudder::

The weird thing about the dream though is that his home was a floating home. It was like a big rickety longship in the sky. Very rustic and sci-fi all at the same time.

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Lately, I've gotten in the habit of calling Shmoop "Cat Meat." It's her new nickname and she's beginning to answer to it. Why I have started calling her Cat Meat is beyond me. Somehow, it seems to fit though.

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Lastly, I'm pissed with Aunt Tudi. Having decided to go comfy to work today, I donned my black jeans and headed out for The Pit. On my way out, Aunt Tudi commented wondering where the small family that should move into my pants was. Yeah, I know my pants are loose. Yeah, I know I have no ass. Thank you very much Aunt Tudi. It reminded me of Joanie, constantly saying, "Tracy, you have no butt!" Being Laotian, she sounded just like that lady on "King of the Hill" when she says "Peggy Hill got big feet!" I told her that one day, too. She just laughed.

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Thank the Mighties it's Friday. Even though it's gonna be a busy weekend, at least it won't be here in The Pit.

Comments

[emeraldkitty.livejournal.com]

{{hugs}}
Chant with me now...five o'clock, tgif,five o'clock, tgif(repeat ad nauseum)....

[stacye13.livejournal.com]

I got lots of comments like that in between losing the weight and buying new clothes. Plus, I never have had much of an ass either, even with the extra poundage. There is a pants style at the AT LOFT stores that seems to put out the illusion that I have a butt. It is the "Ann" style that sits slightly below the waist.

[brujah.livejournal.com]

I want your dream.

You can have mine which involved trying to keep whales wet with a small sponge.

Yeah. No more bananas before bed.

Whales smell rillyrillyrillybad.

[zaecus.livejournal.com]

Lacking any witty repartee, I shall simply leave here a mark of evil.


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What? You were expecting something fancy?

[tinhuviel.livejournal.com]

Aaaieee! I'm doomed!

[green-goblin70.livejournal.com]

You need Feliz to come along and tell you, "Nice Ass".

Can you tell me who your dream was about? I bet it was John Mountain, or maybe Demon Boy.

[tinhuviel.livejournal.com]

Neither one.

[falkenna.livejournal.com]

Bloody hell! I don't know whether to shudder with horror, be desperately envious, or laugh my socks off!