March
1
March 2
March 3
March 5
March 6
March 8
March 9
March 10
March 11
Sound; My love's gone cold, my memory has just been sold...my
angel is a centerfold.
Sight;
I forgot how many holes I had in my ear, can you count them? How
many are there total?
Taste; Salad.
Touch;
Itchiest bra in the world. Last clean one. I should've gone without.
Smell; I have a stick of incense on my desk at work, and
not to be mean, but once Back Fat quits wearing that coat I won't need
it anymore.
March 13,
2000
Too much to do.
- the shirt was a present from Yo Momma -
- it was clean -
- there will be no making fun of my shirt -
Adam and I have made a deal to do one thing around the apartment each, per day. I went so far as to make up a list for us each of us. I thought about a reward system, you know... I'll wash the dishes and you go down on me! Did you take out the trash? Thank you, now lie down and let me do all the work. Wouldn't you do your chores?
I was supposed to go to the laundry mat today, but my father just called from Gainesville and said that he and the family were in playing hooky, now I'm trying to get in touch with them to find out if I can just go use their washer. DAMN IT! He won't answer the phone. When I go to the laundry mat I always use the big two ton washers three at a time, invariably making enemies with the people who get stuck with the smaller inferior washers. The man and woman who work there have such thick country accents, even I can barely understand them, but all I have to do is smile at the older man and he's mine. He's such a sweetie.
The day spent in the conference room while waiting for the crazed gunman to be subdued we had board games to distract us. Since then there has been a copy of Operation sitting beneath the microwave. It's been almost a year now. I'm stealing that bad boy tonight. I feel so naughty.
Short entry today, because I spent my morning retro entering for Friday and Saturday. Check it out, Saturday is extra long to make up for today.