ka2shaz

Wed, 02 Aug 2006 19:53:34 GMT

Some people have no respect for the space of others. I had to put a sign on a window that my cube is facing at work. The sign is hidden behind a tree. It reads "Please note that this is not a phone booth". It's for the tree dwellers. Even though these people are literally five feet away from me, they think that as long as they are hide behind the tree, no one can see or hear them. Some of them have hour-long, obnoxiously loud conversations.

Thu, 13 Jul 2006 20:14:16 GMT

I haven't been able to sleep since I quit smoking. I look like a zombie and I am completely paranoid. I am starting to wonder if it's worth it at all. To make myself feel better I shopped the JCrew semi-annual sale. Quite a few hundreds of dollars later I still feel exhausted. But at least I'll have something pretty to wear when I finally get some sleep.

I have been going to play golf lately. I am so terrible, that I am amazed that they let me come back. But I feel like I am improving, although rather slowly. And every time I think that I am getting better, I look at the score card and all the fantasies vanish. But I am still really looking forward to my day off tomorrow that I am planning to spend on a golf course.

Tue, 11 Jul 2006 15:56:01 GMT

I decided to e-mail him, offering to mail the pictures. Very embarrassing, but i suppose I can't do much about it now. I found his new e-mail address on the website for his new practice. On the website that has a nice big picture of him... and the new woman in his life. The whole thing made me a lot more nervous than the interview that I am going to have in half an hour.

Mon, 10 Jul 2006 21:09:27 GMT

Umopomrachitel'no skuchno na rabote. Delat' nechego uzhe kakuyu nedelyu, no i rabotat' tozhe osobo ne xochetsya. Leto, zamechatel'naya pogoda, raduet smotret' v okoshko, xochetsya poiti poplavat' v basseine. A predlozheniya o rabote novoi, bolee zanyatoi, interesnoi pochemu-to stali poyavlyat'sya postoyanno s raznyx storon. Navernoe, eto nevynosimaya lafa skoro zakonchitsya.

V subbotu utrom brosila kurit'. Pri chem ne iz-za togo, chto ochen' xotelos', a tak poluchilos'. Brosil kurit' Jack, govorit, chto iz-za menya, no ya zhe ego ob etom ne prosila! Vse zhe tak kak iz-za menya, mne tozhe brosit' prishlos'. Teper' ochen' kushat' xochetsya. Vse vremya. Vestchei, kotoryx nikogda ne xochetsya, morozhennogo naprimer. Kofeinogo s bananami i mindal'nymi orexami iz Cold Stone.

U menya dilemma ves' den'. Ya vchera iskala ne-pomnyu-uzhe-chto v svoix vestchax i nashla fotografii. Ne moi sovsem. On tam so vsemi svoimi byvshimi devushkami. Ya vidimo iz revnosti ix kogda-to zabrala, no vykinut' ruka ne podnyalas'. S nim razoshlis' uzhe goda vda kak, a fotki ostalis'. Is the statue of limitations up? Ix mozhno: 1. otpravit' emu po pochte (na rabotu i bez ob'yasnenii). 2. Pozvonit' i predlozhit' otpravit' po pochte. 3. Vykinut' i zabyt'. Razberat'sya s etim, konechno, ne xochetsya, no sovest' muchaet.