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badstarYou know there's something wrong when you sign onto Instant messenger, go to type "Good Morning" and type "Good Moron" instead...
'Scuse me while I bang my head against this-here brick wall.
I woke up to the ever-lovely sound of Chelle screaming because someone ate her box of cinnamon toast crunch. I had one bowl. She says I owe her a new box. Let's review....
I babysit her child 3-4 (often more) days a week. She never pays me, though she always offers to. I might get 10 bucks from her every 3-4 weeks, and I have to fight her for that. Yesterday, she woke me up when someone was on the way to pick her up for work, saying she needed me to babysit, mom was sleeping, Mike was going for a job interview. Nevermind that I'd had plans for the day, but she just decided she HAD to leave 2 hours early to buy some fabric (from the same store where she works) Stuff like this happens several tiems a week, she gets bitchy when I don't want to babysit, yet if I dare to ask her for the smallest thing (Like to return my green sweatshirt that she's been wearing for weeks now...I'll wash it myself if she just gives te damned thing back) she screams and bitches at me about it.
But I eat one bowl of cereal (When there are 3 more boxes in the hall closet) And I owe her an entire box?
Wow, I've really missed something. Must be the new math.
Oh, and around 3 this morning, she sat there for 15 minutes begging me to watch a movie with her...We were already watching Forget Paris...I'd never seen it before...cute movie. It was just about the end, and I was going to go to bed afterwards....but she wanted meto watch Miss Congeniality...which holds no interest for me. But because I'd stayed up til 5am the previous morning, I was supposed to again at her whim. I don't think so.
I called Heather up and bitched about Chelle for a bit and felt a little better.
I'm s'posed to have a job interview at Kauffman's Wedding World sometime thursady afternoon or Friday...I'll find out Thursday morning....imagine me...working in a wedding dress store...I dunno, that's kinda worrisome. Me, selling big, frilly, pouffy dresses with bows the size of Georgia on the ass...somewhat disconcerting....but it would be a job.
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edrick said he'd come down just to see that. I asked if he meant to see me sell poufy dresses, or to try to see naked chicks...he said both, but
'Scuse me while I bang my head against this-here brick wall.
I woke up to the ever-lovely sound of Chelle screaming because someone ate her box of cinnamon toast crunch. I had one bowl. She says I owe her a new box. Let's review....
I babysit her child 3-4 (often more) days a week. She never pays me, though she always offers to. I might get 10 bucks from her every 3-4 weeks, and I have to fight her for that. Yesterday, she woke me up when someone was on the way to pick her up for work, saying she needed me to babysit, mom was sleeping, Mike was going for a job interview. Nevermind that I'd had plans for the day, but she just decided she HAD to leave 2 hours early to buy some fabric (from the same store where she works) Stuff like this happens several tiems a week, she gets bitchy when I don't want to babysit, yet if I dare to ask her for the smallest thing (Like to return my green sweatshirt that she's been wearing for weeks now...I'll wash it myself if she just gives te damned thing back) she screams and bitches at me about it.
But I eat one bowl of cereal (When there are 3 more boxes in the hall closet) And I owe her an entire box?
Wow, I've really missed something. Must be the new math.
Oh, and around 3 this morning, she sat there for 15 minutes begging me to watch a movie with her...We were already watching Forget Paris...I'd never seen it before...cute movie. It was just about the end, and I was going to go to bed afterwards....but she wanted meto watch Miss Congeniality...which holds no interest for me. But because I'd stayed up til 5am the previous morning, I was supposed to again at her whim. I don't think so.
I called Heather up and bitched about Chelle for a bit and felt a little better.
I'm s'posed to have a job interview at Kauffman's Wedding World sometime thursady afternoon or Friday...I'll find out Thursday morning....imagine me...working in a wedding dress store...I dunno, that's kinda worrisome. Me, selling big, frilly, pouffy dresses with bows the size of Georgia on the ass...somewhat disconcerting....but it would be a job.
edrick said he'd come down just to see that. I asked if he meant to see me sell poufy dresses, or to try to see naked chicks...he said both, but [Error: Irreparable invalid markup ('<ljuser="shockwave">') in entry. Owner must fix manually. Raw contents below.]
You know there's something wrong when you sign onto Instant messenger, go to type "Good Morning" and type "Good Moron" instead...
'Scuse me while I bang my head against this-here brick wall.
I woke up to the ever-lovely sound of Chelle screaming because someone ate her box of cinnamon toast crunch. I had one bowl. She says I owe her a new box. Let's review....
I babysit her child 3-4 (often more) days a week. She never pays me, though she always offers to. I might get 10 bucks from her every 3-4 weeks, and I have to fight her for that. Yesterday, she woke me up when someone was on the way to pick her up for work, saying she needed me to babysit, mom was sleeping, Mike was going for a job interview. Nevermind that I'd had plans for the day, but she just decided she HAD to leave 2 hours early to buy some fabric (from the same store where she works) Stuff like this happens several tiems a week, she gets bitchy when I don't want to babysit, yet if I dare to ask her for the smallest thing (Like to return my green sweatshirt that she's been wearing for weeks now...I'll wash it myself if she just gives te damned thing back) she screams and bitches at me about it.
But I eat one bowl of cereal (When there are 3 more boxes in the hall closet) And I owe her an entire box?
Wow, I've really missed something. Must be the new math.
Oh, and around 3 this morning, she sat there for 15 minutes begging me to watch a movie with her...We were already watching Forget Paris...I'd never seen it before...cute movie. It was just about the end, and I was going to go to bed afterwards....but she wanted meto watch Miss Congeniality...which holds no interest for me. But because I'd stayed up til 5am the previous morning, I was supposed to again at her whim. I don't think so.
I called Heather up and bitched about Chelle for a bit and felt a little better.
I'm s'posed to have a job interview at Kauffman's Wedding World sometime thursady afternoon or Friday...I'll find out Thursday morning....imagine me...working in a wedding dress store...I dunno, that's kinda worrisome. Me, selling big, frilly, pouffy dresses with bows the size of Georgia on the ass...somewhat disconcerting....but it would be a job.
<user site="livejournal.com" user="edrick"> said he'd come down just to see that. I asked if he meant to see me sell poufy dresses, or to try to see naked chicks...he said both, but <ljuser="shockwave">'s better at checking out naked chicks.
Lalalala...ok, enough for now I guess...soon time to go and see if I can collect some more headache...
'Scuse me while I bang my head against this-here brick wall.
I woke up to the ever-lovely sound of Chelle screaming because someone ate her box of cinnamon toast crunch. I had one bowl. She says I owe her a new box. Let's review....
I babysit her child 3-4 (often more) days a week. She never pays me, though she always offers to. I might get 10 bucks from her every 3-4 weeks, and I have to fight her for that. Yesterday, she woke me up when someone was on the way to pick her up for work, saying she needed me to babysit, mom was sleeping, Mike was going for a job interview. Nevermind that I'd had plans for the day, but she just decided she HAD to leave 2 hours early to buy some fabric (from the same store where she works) Stuff like this happens several tiems a week, she gets bitchy when I don't want to babysit, yet if I dare to ask her for the smallest thing (Like to return my green sweatshirt that she's been wearing for weeks now...I'll wash it myself if she just gives te damned thing back) she screams and bitches at me about it.
But I eat one bowl of cereal (When there are 3 more boxes in the hall closet) And I owe her an entire box?
Wow, I've really missed something. Must be the new math.
Oh, and around 3 this morning, she sat there for 15 minutes begging me to watch a movie with her...We were already watching Forget Paris...I'd never seen it before...cute movie. It was just about the end, and I was going to go to bed afterwards....but she wanted meto watch Miss Congeniality...which holds no interest for me. But because I'd stayed up til 5am the previous morning, I was supposed to again at her whim. I don't think so.
I called Heather up and bitched about Chelle for a bit and felt a little better.
I'm s'posed to have a job interview at Kauffman's Wedding World sometime thursady afternoon or Friday...I'll find out Thursday morning....imagine me...working in a wedding dress store...I dunno, that's kinda worrisome. Me, selling big, frilly, pouffy dresses with bows the size of Georgia on the ass...somewhat disconcerting....but it would be a job.
<user site="livejournal.com" user="edrick"> said he'd come down just to see that. I asked if he meant to see me sell poufy dresses, or to try to see naked chicks...he said both, but <ljuser="shockwave">'s better at checking out naked chicks.
Lalalala...ok, enough for now I guess...soon time to go and see if I can collect some more headache...
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Re: Heh
Date: 2002-12-21 08:32 pm (UTC)do you use instant messenger?