The following is a conversation I had with a co-worker today, recounted exactly as it occurred ( Read more... )

There is a boy in my office who looks exactly like Alex. Needless to say I am repulsed.

There are only five people in my life at the moment who I actively enjoy, two of which I just met this summer and one who I would be wise to see considerably less of. All boys, all leaving me very soon. Indeed, my social behaviors are quite crurious.

M.I.A.= HOT
Noelle Cadotte= NOT

I like someone.

Enter death and destruction.

Alrighty, the time has come once again for you the reader to fix my life. Presently, my work environment has been made toxic by the existence of one extremely gross boy. I assure you that I am not just being picky, he is truly revolting (think Six Flags season pass revolting) and what's worse, he has managed to see through the thick fog of idiocy ( Read more... )

3209729239729259835 thanks to all of you who have come to visit me or brought me flowers, you are the very bestest. For those of you, however, who have not managed to squeeze me into your busy schedule, I hope your head splits open one day.

I'm at work and in the midst of one of my many hours sans activity it occurred to me: the empty-headed monotony of office work would be improved x587015370123598 if I was stoned. It pesters me that I didn't think of it before, expanding my mind is the only way to keep it from shutting down altogether while I'm here. But how does one go about ( Read more... )

Yesterday I graduated from high school, today I turned 18. I don't know how to begin to feel.

My mother left a to do list for herself in the kitchen today and the very first reminder was to call Mr. Pizzuto and find out whether or not I'm graduating. The two months before I leave have never seemed so long.