tomorrow
Tomorrow is going to be such a long day. And I'm completely dreading it. And it's almost 10:30 and I should be in bed. Seriously, I'm not a morning person. So anyways, I'm an advertising manager. We have tons of deadlines this week and my department is just nuts. But it's always nuts this time of the month. And I hate it. Hate it! Everyone's so damn bitchy. And seriously, I care probably more than anyone does about this shit, but calm it down. I mean come on, it can't be that big of a deal. These people take it over the freakin' top. Deadlines are fun. It makes life exciting. It's that finish-line effect. I love it. I live for it. Constant drama. That's my life.
I'm really missing my husband. I sent him off to work for the night and I'm just lonely I guess. I miss him. I really do. As much as he drives me up the wall, which he does daily, I miss him terribly. I tell him all the time but I don't think he grasps how much I miss him. He's my baby. I love him so much. Plus, I sleep so much better when he's home. Maybe that's it. I'm delirious. Yah... delirious. The lack of sleep has went to my brain, I'm sure of it.
The chief called me at 3:30 at work and wanted me to go with him to the Chief's Meeting--um, no. Not gonna happen. You expect to be able to call me at 3:30 and want me at a meeting less than three hours away?! No way. Come on. Common courtesy says you should give me at least 24 hours. At least in my book. And I love those guys. The ones I know anyways. They're all so nice to me. Maybe cause I'm smart and aggressive or maybe cause I'm a chick. Or maybe because they know how much fun I am. I'd like to think all of the above but mostly, they wanna see my boobies. That's what it's always about! Just kidding, I love those fellas. They're goobers.
I'm listening to the OLDEST music ever! EVER! "Miami" by Will Smith is Old Skool man. Old skool I tell ya. I never buy CDs anymore because I mostly listen to the radio since I don't have a CD player in my vehicular mobile. I have to use my portable CD player w/ the car kit--ya, that's Old Skool too. Tell me about it, I feel queer doing that, but sometimes I need some of MY music. Not the shit the radio will play over and over and over. Bastards. New shit! New shit or at least something you haven't played in the last 45-50 minutes. Jim-n-nee...
I'm going to bed. I'm too tired for this shit. And if that pager goes off tonight I'm gonna be pissed. But I'll go. Just won't be happy about it!
I'm really missing my husband. I sent him off to work for the night and I'm just lonely I guess. I miss him. I really do. As much as he drives me up the wall, which he does daily, I miss him terribly. I tell him all the time but I don't think he grasps how much I miss him. He's my baby. I love him so much. Plus, I sleep so much better when he's home. Maybe that's it. I'm delirious. Yah... delirious. The lack of sleep has went to my brain, I'm sure of it.
The chief called me at 3:30 at work and wanted me to go with him to the Chief's Meeting--um, no. Not gonna happen. You expect to be able to call me at 3:30 and want me at a meeting less than three hours away?! No way. Come on. Common courtesy says you should give me at least 24 hours. At least in my book. And I love those guys. The ones I know anyways. They're all so nice to me. Maybe cause I'm smart and aggressive or maybe cause I'm a chick. Or maybe because they know how much fun I am. I'd like to think all of the above but mostly, they wanna see my boobies. That's what it's always about! Just kidding, I love those fellas. They're goobers.
I'm listening to the OLDEST music ever! EVER! "Miami" by Will Smith is Old Skool man. Old skool I tell ya. I never buy CDs anymore because I mostly listen to the radio since I don't have a CD player in my vehicular mobile. I have to use my portable CD player w/ the car kit--ya, that's Old Skool too. Tell me about it, I feel queer doing that, but sometimes I need some of MY music. Not the shit the radio will play over and over and over. Bastards. New shit! New shit or at least something you haven't played in the last 45-50 minutes. Jim-n-nee...
I'm going to bed. I'm too tired for this shit. And if that pager goes off tonight I'm gonna be pissed. But I'll go. Just won't be happy about it!
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