Tuesday, January 13, 2004
When the unwanted STAY
My shift button is sticking.
Give me a less than, NOT a comma!
Bizarre morning. WHAT IS THIS INFATUATION WITH THIS WORD?
Ewan McGregor is just what I want.
One must NOT wear 4-inch boots for more than a standing-hour at a time.
Brought out new merch at the store today. GOOD STUFF. WHY OH WHY am I obsessed with pink? I'm not getting this. PINK SWEATER VEST!
Button.
CHIK-FIL-A COUPOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!
Kite surfing? Skating? Grass humping?
I am starting to appreciate my new wardrobe. We have our OUTDOOR and BUSINESS attire covered. NO MORE TRASH. T-shirts are for bedtime anymore. I cannot leave the house without a turtleneck or button down. I look older. SCARF. I love the scarf.
AND if you care to find me...
NORTH FACE. I just need a shell.
WATER-PROOF, WIND-PROOF, BREATHE-ABLE!
This looks GOOD ON YOU! <--lie
He's getting married. And has a puppy.
HE'S old.
Metro?
Live crabs.
I believe I have come to terms with the fact that perhaps there isn't a "ONE PERSON" for everyone. What happened to WOO-ING?? Someone just write me some letters; hand-written on delicate stationary with coffee and cheese crisp grease stains. That's what I want. I want so little.
I have so much.
SPRITE.
I need to eliminate the sugar.
Bought a burgundy v-stretch tee with huge bronze pendant to go with...cas or dress! Cas it with a smart denim jacket! OR PAIR it up with our metro-line boot-cut/flare black pant! EXQUISITE!
Wear to work.
My boss is gone for 10 days. I don't know what I think about this.
School, I demand you to start.
Robin Hood auditions in 2 weeks. I am jazzed.
TIGHTS.
You don't know me, but I know you. And I'm in love with you, and you're tha gal I'm gonna marry!
And I will match them in renown.