but my mama is not. she says i am to blame for the reason there will be no money to leave me in her will. she brought the lolz, as perez would say.
but i am so happy.
i also learned a valuable lesson today... words do actually hurt, so if you don't have nice things to say, keep it to yourself, or share with drinking buddies. don't trust people at work, they will use the first chance they get to stab you in the back.
all that being said, i am going to work on being more positive and less outspoken; which for me is waaay easier said than done.
the stress is never on any specific person, and it is supposed to be a group effort.
well, eff that.
next time i am going to protest to work alone. because at this point, everyone else gets to take credit for my work.
it is also less time consuming to do it alone, rather than having to edit other people's typos and add in missing info, and then complete all of the other parts that are missing.
this is the ecard, @hodown sent me. i have decided to no longer date younger guys, because they are idiots and have no clue what they want, or how to deal with me. anyway, i am now an older woman, and this is le card... i'm reverting back to older nice guy approach.
raaaarrrrr...
i didn't really get a gift from my momma yet. i can either get a savings account with some money in it, or a necklace of my choosing. i don't really want/need anything... so i haven't decided yet. plus i have 12 hours days everyday and not much time to shop or even go anywhere with her. plus, we had a nice dinner and drinks with friends the other night, and that was generous enough.
and cougars have jobs and can buy their own things.
my life is officially mostly boring and i never blog.
what happened?????
i need a new blog focus.
and i spend way too much time wondering if other people actually wash their hands, and for 15-20 seconds with soap. i'm really thinking no, and it grosses me out...
esp chidren, with their nasty touched everything, stuck their hands down their pants, and then in their mouth nasty little hands. the kids at the daycare i go to play on this playground and the ground is covered wth wood chips. i officially hate wood chips. i swear these kids come back inside for movie time looking like they've been through the war after a half hour on that playground. they love eating and playing with the wood chips, and rolling in the wood chips, and sometimes throwing them. they are the war chips.
my children will not be allowed to play in wood chips, and i don't really like sand either. and they will wash their hands regularly. wow, ocd. they're gonna turn out weird, but the don't exist yet, so maybe there is still hope...
i am now being judged as a "scottsdale" type. oh no!
i look like one of those pathetic girls, who have daddy buy shit for them and shop and do nothing but sit around and read magazines????
ok, i like to do all that, but i do pay for all of my stuff. and yes, assholes, i live rent free. but i work 50+ hrs a week and go to school.
i am spoiled, but i'm not lazy. maybe a bit bitchy, but notttt lazy. and i do my part to better the world.
so there.
i am going to get my nails done in the am, it always makes me feel better. maybe it's the toxic fumes... either that or that fact that no matter how hard i try and practice, the asians always do a better job on my nails.
