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March 09, 2004
trying to resist becoming Kathy. (no, not you, kathy, the other kathy)
okay, if I don't start writing about relationship shit or fucking or something, this whole journal thing just goes down the tubes.
I guess I'm just happier as a writer in the summertime - more off-line things to do, fewer excuses to do stupid grooming things and write about them like my declining looks portend the doom of the nation.
To that end, the doom of the nation, however threatened by my hair fiasco, may very well be saved by the totally weird magical appearance of tight abs on my otherwise quite un-toned, un-muscled frame. How is it possible for abs to just, well, tone on their own? please advise.
So. anyway. I'm totally loving this new web-designery job thing, even after 6 whole months of never getting to sleep in on a monday morning.
it's still freaking me out that nothing new happens during the day, so every single stupid little thing blows up into the biggest thing to have ever happened in the history of office relations. Like every other coffee drinker on the face of the planet, I find myself having an imaginary hissy fit every time I walk into the coffee room to find a rim of sludge where a fresh pot of coffee should be brewing. Since when does making a fresh pot after taking the near-to-last-cup have to be the end-all be-all moment of the morning?
seriously. I worry myself, sometimes.
Posted by Heather at March 9, 2004 12:03 PM
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I think you just answered your own question. Worrying is hard, gut-tightening work.
Posted by: Paul at March 9, 2004 04:36 PM
If it's any consolation, nothing new happens in any office. It's just a black hole of work work work.
I'm so bored. You guessed it, I'm at work.
Posted by: Glovia at March 10, 2004 09:17 AM
ummmmm . . . dreaming of bikram yoga? instead of sleep walking you are sleep crunching? cute boy named Heath in office that you unconsciously pull in tummy every time he walks past and he walks past many many many times?
Posted by: katherine at March 10, 2004 10:17 AM
We had a shunning - the boy who broke the coffee machine and reduced the caffeinated members of the office staff to drinking instant coffee was glared at and ignored for about a week. Office politics are scary.
Posted by: kartar at March 10, 2004 07:13 PM
you know, I think you're right, Kat, I have been sitting up extra-straight, to annoy my slouchy co-workers and I think it's what's working the abs. how funny!
if only there was a cute boy (cute enough for me to bother tucking in the tummy when he walks past)named Heath in my life. we could fall in love, get married, and have the same name. heath and heather. how totally totally gay (in the early 80's sense of the word) is that?
Posted by: heather at March 11, 2004 11:08 AM
oh my god, Kartar. I probably would have done more than 'glare' at the boy who breaks my coffee machine.
actually, I'd probably just make him buy us all espresso until it was fixed.
I can do that, right? being a coffee-addicted girl and all?
Posted by: heather at March 11, 2004 11:10 AM