Um, something. Or something. 2003-07-31 - 11:30 p.m.
So, werk.
I was actually sitting in the stockroom crying over the shoes I was taking paper out of. Little kids winter boots. That's not really relevant to anything, I don't think.
But yeah. And then "When a man loves a woman" had to go and get played on the muzak. Damnation.
Mangofarmer was just a little bit overwrought today. The mopeyness was threatening to overtake her again. But, damnation (the word of the day, apparently)! Mangofarmer will not let it. Now, Mangofarmer is going to stop talking about herself in the third person and go to bed.
It has no business being August in, oh, 23 minutes. Bleh.
Anyway, thanks for all the nice notes and things lately. Oh, and cathieanne, I think being a grownup is kind of like getting that credit card I have but didn't want. I was confused. It just sort of... happened. So, the point is, do not become a grownup even if there is a pretty plastic picture of your alma mater on it. Because the interest rates'll kill ya.