Diana's Diarya vault of venting anda mausoleum of musings (not to mention, an abode of alliteration)
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2003-07-27 - 2:51 p.m. In BriefItem: I could really go the rest of my life without ever again hearing my mother tell me a story about her adventures in some cowboy bar in Nevada. Honestly. Item: Work is stupid. Item: Chocolate croissants are brilliant. Item: I want new shoes for Holden and Selena's wedding. Item: The only soda I have at the moment is Dr Pepper, which is lovely, but unfortunately has caffeine in it. (Don't get me wrong--caffeine is also lovely and brilliant and all those things, but it also has a half-life of about six hours, so I try to avoid it in the afternoon when I have to go to work the next day.) Item: I need a haircut. I'm in the mood to do something drastic, which makes me think that perhaps I should wait a while before I actually do get a haircut. Item: I have a callous on my right ring finger, from this Celtic knot ring that I got on vacation last August. I've worn it almost every day since then, and it's a little bit too big, so I guess it makes sense that I would get a callous, but I wear rings all the time, and this is the first time this has ever happened. Item: The English major in me recognizes that the above sentence was something of a run-on, but the college graduate in me says, "I got the fuckin' diploma, what more do you want from me?" Item: Why yes, I have been a bit disgruntled this week. Why do you ask? Item: Sarcasm is lovely, too. -Diana �
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