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Tuesday, July 11, 2006

bowel gymnastics

your jesting has gone beyond the boundaries of my tolerance levels. at this point, should you choose to continue with your lame insinuations and annoying antics, it would only be of potential harm to you. this may sound morbidly cynical, but you cant deny the truth it bears: you may encounter many transient individuals in your lifetime, and a lot of the time, despite your chummy relationship that is so terrifyingly evident on the surface, they really are of no importance to you in the long run. and may, in fact, even cause you to undergo much adversity. graciously ignoring your behaviour is nothing but a lethal injection to our hollow friendship.

is it just me, or is it only sunny when im bogged down with work/school during the early hours of the day. its getting to be quite aggravating the way the weather chooses to be so flippant when i finally have a say in my own agenda. arent we all equally susceptible to the merciless nature of Murphy's Law. its been near impossible to keep dates now that i have work and an ailing grandmother to drive around for medical appointments and what not. i kind of get pissed off with myself on behalf of the people who've had to endure my repeated rainchecks.

i've been quite fortunate to not have to lunch alone since my first day at work. the one hour is hardly adequate for the kind of meals i require in order to fill my vastly expandable tummy. big meals = more time required for consumption.

boredom really is the master catalyst of idle talk and aimless rambling. its like im suddenly equipped with an inexhaustable supply of random shit to say for the sake of keeping my fingers busy on the keyboard. i really dont know how i managed to keep my previous receptionist job for over 5 months last year. it's merely been 4 days and already i feel like i'm losing steam.

slight interjection: i just transferred a call to the boss without going through his secretary, completely forgetting that i'd been given crystal clear instructions earlier not to do so cos he was having a conference call with some VIPs. i just saw him dash out of his office to answer the call. holy shit, i think i'm gonna get my pink slip today.

mar de sade gnarled at 9:43 AM

9:43 AM