Thursday, February 14, 2002

Thu
14
Feb
2002

Happy VD

Cute Color's Valentine Bears

Tuesday, February 12, 2002

Tue
12
Feb
2002

Placement..What A JOKE!

Got the old car back today...Another $175 down the drain. It was the fuel pump this time.

The placement chick called me from CollegeAmerica today. Sometimes she's so perky she makes me want to puke. Did she have any possible jobs? Heck no. Don't waste my time and my cell minutes if you don't have anything important to say. She went on and on about all the wonderful jobs to be had out there. If there are so many, why is the job board always empty and you haven't found me any leads? Man, what a joke. Well, I'm a tired puppy, so I'm going to bed. G'night.

Monday, February 11, 2002

Mon
11
Feb
2002

IRS Gripe

Current mood: angry bear aggravated
Man, I've been trying to get through to the IRS office all dang day to try and get a question answered about my dad's taxes and I keep getting hung up on. Have these people not heard of putting people on hold? "We're sorry, all our representatives are busy. Call back later and go through menu hell all over again because we've got you all by the throats and there is not a damn thing any of you pathetic little people can do about it. We probably can't answer you question, anyway, because the tax system is too complicated even for us. Just try to figure it out on your own and when you get audited you can't blame us because you never got to talk to us." *click*
Mon
11
Feb
2002

I Walked Across Town Today

Current mood: tired bear exhausted
OW, OW, OW! Wow, am I ever out of shape. I just got back from walking down to the bank and the post office. Man, they don't seem far away in the car. Of course, the wind started about two blocks into my trek. There is also a big hill that I never really noticed. I also realized how badly I need new shoes. I hate buying shoes. I've only got like three pairs in total. My daily shoes are a pair of Skechers that have holes in the sides and the bottoms are so thin that I can feel hot or cold surfaces through them. I have a nice pair of dress black loafers and a pair of sandals. That's it. Oh, and snowboots. And Coke bear slippers. That's the extent of my footwear selection. I know, I'm a disgrace to womanhood. There are just so many other things that I'd rather spend my hard-earned money on--like craft and computer stuff.
Mon
11
Feb
2002

Gandhi Halitosis

I heard the funniest joke on the Kim Komando radio show yesterday. I was rolling.
Mahatma Gandhi walked barefoot most of the time, which produced an impressive set of callouses on his feet. He also ate very little, which made him rather frail. With his odd diet, he suffered from bad breath. This made him a super calloused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis.
HA!