you can pretend to work too!

I wish I could stream music at work, but we aren’t allowed, takes up too much bandwidth.

I’m bored off my rocker.

I did one set of tedious time line stripping (that’s what I call it, even though it doesn’t involve stripping at all which might be fun if it did!) and another file popped up. but I’m not doing it! I’m watiing till monday so that maybe the problem can be fixed and I won’t have to do it the long hard way.

Speaking of stripping and long hard ways… *smirk*

I can’t wait to get skinny.

I was thinking about it the other day and I KNOW my freaky girl side is being inhibited because I hate my body. Baboo is gonna be so in for it when I’m more comfortable. Right now I like the lights off and I really don’t want to do things that require too much exposure of my wobbliness… heh.

but once the wobble is dimished (or completely GONE please!) it’s gonna be on.

RAWR!!!!

I used to be so comfortable with my body. I’d walk around naked and do strip teases and all sorts of things. 

then I had babies and got chubbed out and now… not so much.

Oh to have that tiny 100 pound frame again. *le sigh*

whatever. *punches wobble*

I feel like I’m waiting for something to happen, but nothing is!

I have a little under an hour of work left.

fly time fly!

I want to get my kids and come home as fast as possible. I’d like to spend some time lazing around with them cuz tomorrow is gonna be run around central.

Stupid oil change!

I know once I’m with my aunt and cousins things will be fine, but my social anxiety and my lack of motivation to be social has me dreading hours spent driving and then hours spent socializing. blargh!

Let me get over that RIGHT NOW. This is the first time I’ll see them this entire year. so I need to quit.

I’ll be devastated if I don’t spend more time with them and something happens.

Oh no, the somber tone has arrived.

Speaking of.

I have decided *deep exhale* to write a letter to my mother.

Once I find out where they are living, I’ll send it.

We’ll see what happens.

ugh.

i don’t want to.

but i need to.

whatever.

so last night (tmi siren blaring) I did a pretty good shave of the cha cha. hahaha. It was feeling pretty damn in need of molestation. I want to molest myself right now.

damn skinny jeans. I can’t molest myself in these at work!

ha ha.

what?

have i ever?

why yes, a few times i’ve diddled the diddle in a skirt at work.

don’t tell!

ha ha.

i’m gross.

and with that, i’ll leave this entry. I need to go pretend i’m working for the next 40 minutes!