Diana's Diarya vault of venting anda mausoleum of musings (not to mention, an abode of alliteration)
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2002-12-12 - 7:09 p.m. Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel....Item: Parker is totally my Secret Santa at work. I mean, candy canes, Pez, and a dreidel? Who else could it be? Item: [edited out on 12/13/2002 not because what I said wan't all completely true, but because it is completely futile, I'm stuck with the situation for the next 10 months, I'm a fucking moron for getting into this in the first place because I really knew better and ought to know by now to listen to my misgivings before getting into such situations, so I might as well suck it up and quit whining to people who don't give a flying fuck about it anyway] Item: I think I've been in a bad mood lately, because not only have I been thinking about chopping off all my hair, but I've also been considering dyeing it black. I do not think I would look good with black hair, so I'm not sure why I've been considering it. I am a strange, strange woman. Item: Thanksgiving this year was extremely "eh." Item: I helped JB buy her mother a computer for Christmas. Item: Today, I asked about being put on track for a promotion and was told that the company was still in a promotion freeze. Work has been very tense lately, for everyone. Thank God for Parker and Liana, otherwise I think I'd go insane. Item: I can't believe that Christmas is less than two weeks away now. Fortunately, I finished all my shopping a week ago. -Diana �
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