*blank stare*

I’m exercising much restraint.

I have not texted him.

but this damn radio show I’m listening to is not helping me at all.

talking about sexual stuff.

though one of the male hosts just said something really disgusting about tennis cans filled with raw liver and putting it in the microwave for a few seconds to make it just right.

*blink*

ew.

anyway, no textalation yet. bah! bah bah bah!

though, the work fairy did come by and drop 40 letters on my desk to proofread, format, print on company letterhead, create envelopes for, get set to sign, and eventually (probably friday) mail out…

yay work fairy!

but… now that I have this work… i revolt against it. I no longer want it. be gone evil letters of doom! be gone!

i’m evil.

there are too many people around here who like to talk and talk and talk and talk and will just talk your ear off. about shit i don’t give two rats balls about. blargh. and i have to smile and act interested… so as not to be a total bitch, despite my base desire to just stare at them with my mouth hanging open.

so i am purposefully avoiding them. all the time. I won’t even say hello half the time, because hello turns into 30 minutes of jabber.

usually about the same thing they talked to me about the last time they jawed my ear off. bah humbug.

so my lunch is going to be intolerably disgusting. but it’s what i’ve got.

fishsticks.

and french fries.

left over

from my sons dinner that he didn’t eat.

granted, its like 3 fishsticks and a small handful of fries. and i’ll be starvin like marvin…

but i didn’t have anything else and my fundage is majorly lacking.

oh well.

lose some weight.

have my body eat some heart muscle. whatever.

blah.

i smell olive oil.

weird.

my god i want to text him.

i have GOT to just focus on this work and do this work and be fine with it.

ugh, one of the big long winders came by. the new timekeeper. she just stood next to my desk for 5 minutes hoping i’d talk to her. i just stared at my screen and did my spell check like she wasn’t there.

what the hell lady. go do some work, or at least pretend to do it.

i have nothing whatever to say.

bah!

i’m evil and i like it.

30 minute countdown to lunch.

well… whatever that can be called. my snack.

i need more trimspa.

oh look, there is some more

*pops the pill*

mmm pilly goodness.

i’m ending this entry now.

i’ll be back.

because i’ve decided i’ll participate in the work slow down too!

yeah!

even though it doesn’t even involve me!

muahahahahahha.