The diary of a doll

07 October, 2005
8:43 a.m.

Sleepy But Alive
Rammstein: Du Reischt so Gut
Mood:

What a way to start the day, it looks like the sky is going to fall down with so much rain and the people just forgot how to drive; chicken little would be having a blast. So starting last Monday I became 22. I know my updating habits leave much to be desired and I really wanted to update on my birthday but between some amount of celebration and having lots of work to do I just didn’t have the chance. However I had a fun Monday and I mean, how often can anyone say Mondays are fun? Well unless you’re a damned sadist that loves to see people struggling to get back on track or a huge masochist that loves struggling to get back on track. Anyway a lot of people remembered my birthday even when I thought they weren’t going to. I received a pair of really controversial flower arrangements at work. I mean they were gorgeous but between the fact that everyone (including me) wanted to know who sent them and the fact that I work in a mostly-female environment the flowers became a topic of conversation all around. I was giddy all day at work between the talks about the flowers and the way I dressed; I fully admit was all gothed-out.

You know I just noticed that I am fairly serious today; maybe it’s all the rain. Actually I think it’s just the fact that I’d rather be sleeping than in front of the computer right now. I want to go take a nap, actually I didn’t want to get up to begin with. This same thing happens every Friday, I find it hard not to go back to sleep right after I wake up. Things will be better tomorrow when I wake up at the decent time of 12:00 pm instead of the insane, sadistic, ugly time of 6:00 am. You see it’s not the fact that I go to bed somewhat late, it’s the fact that I wake up too early. Yes kiddos, my issue is that I feel better at night than during the wee hours of the morning.

One last thing before I go back to work, I got invited to a bachelorette party but I won’t go because the perspective of seeing my boss all excited with a male stripper is too much for my poor mind. I see enough horrors in the news and if I want to see the pain and suffering that the poor guy’s going to go through there’s always daytime television drama thank you very much. Seriously, taking in count how most of my female co-workers are, I pity the stripper. The word cannibal comes to mind.

Kisses from your sleepy devilish diva; Disco Doll

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