Diana's Diarya vault of venting anda mausoleum of musings (not to mention, an abode of alliteration)
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2003-04-11 - 9:54 p.m. Right Bloody PricelessItem: Why do I bother talking to certain people about certain things? I should know by now that JB is way too judgmental to let me vent in peace. Item: Roommates driving me insane. Nothing new. Same shit, different day. I'm just once again realizing that while I live with these these people, I cannot ever have friends/family over, because I'm almost ashamed to be associated with the people I live with. And JB has now flat-out said that she won't come here while they are here. Great. Item: Got a new cell phone this week. Yippee. Item: I now have to be in the office by 6:30 am every other Wednesday for stupid damn conference calls, which I am not allowed to take from home. Suck. Item: My comforter is taking forever to dry. (Yes. That was my big Friday night fun plan. I came home and decided to wash all of the assorted sheets/blankets/comforter/pillowcase stuff that was on my bed. It ended up being three loads.) Item: Cam won an award, but I can't go see him receive it tomorrow because I will be at the Cos' celebrating my grandfather's birthday. The reason we are celebrating early is that I am leaving on his actual birthday to go see my Mom. (Last year I was in Rome on his birthday. I'm not building up a very good track record, am I?) Item: I think I am going to go look at real estate ads now, and either build up a beautiful fantasy, or else get super depressed because even one-bedroom condos in the nice parts of the Bay Area go for $300,000+. -Diana �
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