So, still having a job crisis.

But for once, the quidditch front is looking more promising. I'm actually really out of shape. Slightly disconcerting but.. I have a cushy desk job that doesn't require my athleticism on a daily basis. Like some people I know.

( Private to Oliver )

Now that the pregnant woman scare of this century has passed, I can now properly focus on not hiding out in my own flat in fear of her hormonal rage after Lee. I can't believe I actually used up sick days so that I wouldn't have to leave and be met face to face with herI've made lists. None of which I actually got past the first few ( which were ( Read more... )

I'm having a midlife, or is it quarter life?

WHATEVER-LIFE crisis!

I'm having one. I'm rethinking this whole writing thing. More to come after I've drank a few shots of
YOU ARE NOT AN ALCOHOLIC BELL
calm, think clearly..

Rethought this thoroughly.

And Carmichael, as lovely as your minute by minute updates seem to be, please stop. Your life ( Read more... )

Give or take a few minutes:

IT IS NOW MY BIRTHDAY.

You may rejoice appropriately.

I have a few birthday wishes, please feel free to fulfill them.

Two days before my birthday and I'm swearing off alcohol forever.

This should be great.

( PRIVATE: Alicia & Angie )

Best way to tell someone the truth?

Get completely smushed smooched SMASHED.

Ask me. Go AHEAD AND ASK ME.

annnything

I would like to inform you that my birthday is in less than a week. FIVE DAYS, to be exact.

I just thought I'd remind you, in case you have procrastinated in getting me a present, you still have time.

You're welcome.

OF ALL THE GODDAMNED FUCKING
HE SHOULD BE ROTTING IN HELL
WHY DIDN'T I PUNCH HIS UGLY FACE!
HE BROUGHT THAT STUPID BINT AROUND ON PURPOSE

I saw him today.

Someone remind me why I even bother showing face at work, when I write from home.

Things that happened this week that unfortunately I must make note of:

Spent Valentine's Day alone. Horrid.
Fight with Oliver
Was late to work every day. Terrible sleeping habits.
Got incredibly pissed at the Leaky.
Saw Fawcett's boobs and other parts
Was locked out of my own flat. Thanks Lee for helping me out.
Apparently wrote some drunk owls. ( Read more... )

Yesterday was horrible.

I'm glad the world could fall out of that ridiculous funk and return to normalcy today.