Welcome to my happily ever after...
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big fat donkey dicks and MEAT
Today sucked big fat donkey dicks. Really. I might as well had a big donkey parade around my desk at work. It was one of those days where I just couldn't win for losing. My job is extremely stressful, and some days I leave there so mentally and emotionally exhausted that I can't even think.
I did get a couple of cheerful emails regarding my diary that made me feel good. I sometimes forget that people actually read this!
No plans for tonight other than gym, eat, couch. My life in four easy one-syllable words: work, gym, eat, couch. Sad.
I've been chatting online with a really cute guy that I met on that aforementioned website. Why do the attractive, nice ones always live like in Indiana? Maybe that's God's way of keeping me chaste. Somewhat chaste. Kinda chaste.
I did have one funny thing happen today at work. Our secretary, Julie, isn't the smartest thing in the world, and today I get a handwritten message from her (in caps no less) saying this:
JOHN CALLED. CALL MEAT AT ###-####.
Ummm....run that by me again. Meat?
We do have lots of backwoods folk calling us at work, so I think what the hell, I'll give ol' Meat a holler.
Me: "Hello, may I please speak with Meat? This is Jonathan returning his call from -------."
As it turns out, Julie wrote down his message verbatim, the exact way he said it to her. To make a short story long, Meat turned out to be John himself. For those who haven't caught on yet (don't feel bad if you didn't...remember I didn't either), my secretary meant to write call ME AT, rather than MEAT.
I can't decide who is dumber: Julie or me....
5:05 p.m. - 2002-03-04
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