I am just loving this blog thing.
I told my boss I'm leaving for Europe and would be gone and he can get a temp or replace me permanently. He's getting a temp! HUZZAH! That means I have a job after I blow all my money on liederhosen, sweedish dolls, gelato and little eiffel tower snow globes!
Other than that, I have nothing of interest of intrigue to write. No problems. However, I am letting my house turn into a wasteland. I am never home and when i am, I'm sleeping and maybe eating. It's like I live in a hostel. I've turned my castle, my abode, my sanctuary into a worthless pig sty of a hostel. I'll have to change that this weekend. I'll have to cancel all my dates and stay in to clean the place up. Anyone else a slob out there? Come on, show yourselves.
3 comments:
You MUST make "Dear Diary" regular spot on your blogs. The others will catch on and look forward to them, just as manda and me do.
I'm so glad he's getting a temp, but there's no surprise face here. You're indispensable to those girls, and he knows it!
(I'm so embarrassed, I just got caught blogging at work. My boss just came in and started staring at my screen. So embarrassed. I feel naked.)
I'm like Mom, my messiness stays mainly in my bedroom, but oh man, is it messy. It's unbearable. I hate it. Hate uht.
Everything in my house is messy right now because it's all in boxes and clutters...yes, clutters. Sometimes I think I would rather die a thousand deaths than move again. But here I am. Moving. Bloggit.
You know what I like to say about messes? Messes are like me. I'm a mess. The End.
PS- thanks for the dear diary story. I wept for an hour and then wrote a sonnet.
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