i have to admit that i love Runaway Bride (1999). i'm sorry, but i do. when ike says to maggie, "you want someone who wakes you up in the morning because he can't wait to hear what you have to say" i get all gooey inside. i'm a sucker.
the sister club and i prowled tj maxx and more looking for stuff, nothing in particular-- just stuff. i happened upon a giant display of super cool christmas cards. i pondered and picked, waffled and choose. i made my final decision, and trotted off to find the club and get their stamp of approval-- which i didn't get. seems square cards will cost a fortune to send-- so they followed me back to the display to peruse the card selection.
"oh!" i whisphered.
"what?" sister #2 asked?
"the blonde over their has the coolest cards!"
"what do they look like, maybe we can find them."
"they are silver and have season greetings in a circle and a ribbon."
"ok."
she immediately got sisters #3 and #4 on the case-- but to no avail. the blonde got the last box of totally rad cards.
"where is she?" sister #3 asked.
"i dunno," i said.
"well let's go see if we can find her, if she's got them in the cart, i'll just swipe them and we can run like the wind."
"you can't do that," i said.
"if her hand's not on the cart, it's fair game."
"i had no idea."
we didn't go in search of her, i just made peace with the cards i had chosen.
"those are totally you," sister #4 said.
"but the other one's were totally me more!"
we wandered the aisles some more, splitting up and gathering back together. as we stood in line, i spotted the blonde-cool-card-finding-lady.
"oh!"
"what?" sister #3 asked.
"there's the blonde," i said. "and she doesn't have the cards!"
"should i ask her where they are?"
"i'm not giving up my spot."
after i paid for my totally me cards, sister #3 and i waited for the other two.
"did you see decorative toilet bowl brush try to bud in front of me? did she think that by standing next to me, i would just forget my place in line."
"yeah, she was super pissed."
"why?"
"she was trying to get around you, but then you stopped and got in line."
"ha!"
the other sisters joined us.
"toilet bowl brush was pissed that i scootched in front of her."
"ha!"
"well, she could have gone down to the other register after you did-- but she just stood there."
"yeah, when they had to do a price check on the pillow lady, i skedaddled."
then as we were pulling out of the parking lot we saw her come out of the store.
"that's what you get for sowing bad checkout line karma!"
i present to you sick in bedhead, bow in the presence of its magnificance.
so the fucking bossman sent me a fucking email about the freelancer they hired, he "really hoped to catch me" before i left on friday to tell. must have been really fucking hard to catch me on friday since i spent the whole goddamned day sitting at my desk. since he walked by roughly 239,482 times and didn't say fucking boo.
i am so mad i could spit
AleveŽ Cold and Sinus sucks giant donkey balls. i took this crap like three hours ago and i feel not better. i still can't breathe and i still have the fizzy sneezy feeling behind my eyes. the only thing that even remotely helped was some pepper jack cheese-- i ate that and then was able to breathe for about 10 minutes.
i'm still sick and opted out of hanging out with the best friend and the cutest redhaired boy in minnesota. i didn't want to infect poor jakey when he's already got some infected ears.
so in lieu of hanging out and girl-talking i'm staying in and babying the hell out of myself. i just got back from the store of groceries with a heapin' helpin' of jodi's favorites including: cheese and crackers, a box of garlic mashed potatoes, cheesy turkey dogs, little debbie snack cakes and a gallon of calcium-fortified orange juice.
also i picked up a box of AleveŽ Cold and Sinus so the outlaw will quit yipping at me to take something. this stuff better pack a seriously powerful punch since it claims that i can only take one tablet at a time and that i shouldn't take more than 2 tablets in 24 hours.
expect a full report later.
sister #4 called to ask if there were green peppers in the lasgna that i made and sent home with my dad last night.
she sounds absolutely wretched. it seems siser #2, jaycie, max, siste #4 and i have all been struck down with this cold. misery loves company.
there's nothing like being sick to remind you how lonely and alone you are. i know it's ironic that the loneliest girl in the whole wide world has to be reminded, but sometimes she does.
you know when the day was done and i arrived home after a tearful day of work and a sneezy night at the bowling alley, all i really wanted was someone to care. someone to care that my throat hurts, and i can't breathe very well and that my nose is red. someone to care that i cried at work and feel like a jackass for having done so.
mostly it would have been nice to have someone tuck me into bed and make promises that things would be better in the morning.
i needed this so badly that i, uncharacteristically, called someone to tell them that i'm all alone and hear a warm, friendly voice that would care. but i didn't know how to say i'm lonely to the answering machine. so here i am, left with iwilldare.com and sadly it won't tuck me in at night.
i cried at work today-- actual real tears that rolled down my cheeks. i felt like an ass too, but i couldn't help it. i'm just so frustrated with the bossman and now he's gone and hired a contract writer to work on all the print stuff nad never once asked me if i needed and/or wanted help and i had to hear from someone else that he hired someone and he doesn't plan on telling me at all and i really just need to getout of here.
plus, my cold has gotten worse and everyone who looks at me comments on how sick i look and/or sound and it's jsut a miserable, wretched day.
you know you're in for some serious weirdness when you discover that the band poison seems to be a theme for your day. not only did i dream about the band, i've been singing "every rose has it's thorn" all day. and now, i just heard part of todd's phone conversation and he's talking about poison and what a wretched guitar player cc deville is and how some magazine or site listed the worst guitar solos ever and cc won a bunch of them and now he's singing "don't need nothin' but a good time. . ."
my cold has grown worse through out the day, helped along by my wretched attitude. i just cannot understand why my bossman hates me and doesn't think i can do anything. i just don't know what to do about his total lack of confidence in my abilities. i've been doing this job solo since august, i've handled everything-- print, web, pr and yet he still has no faith that i know at all what i'm doing. i just want to cry.
i have a cold. how do i know? i have that fizzy, need to sneeze feeling lurking behind my face, and swallowing is a chore-- plus the left side of my head still feels sorta cloggy. i just want to go home and take a nap.
i dreamt that i had a house and opie from friday night bowling helped me paint the entire inside bright, bright yellow. i also dreamt that poison and aerosmith were playing at the legion and while it was really crowded for about 10 minutes, when poison took the stage the entire crowd thinned out.
so now the left side of my head is all clogged up and i can't seem to get "every rose has it's thorn" out of my head (the unclogged up part).
i'm having a very hard time convincing myself that i don't need the Chrome DJ Bag (c'mon it says CHROME, my last name is CHROMEY-- don't you think i need it and it's orange) and that i won't die without the Crumpler MacBains Lovechild
sad thing is i'm not very convincing at all. . . help!
if there were any justice in the world, i'd look like joey potter or i'd get to have sex tonight with someone other than myself.
after a rather trying set of meetings from 1-4, i decided it would be a good idea to leave softwareland before 7:30 p.m. I think my brain melted somewhere around like 3:24. of course, i came right home with a big bag full of work, but i promised myself i wouldn't even touch it until after Dawson's Creek. A girl's gotta have priorities, doesn't she?
