Split in Three |
Work wasn't terrible today. I'm usually anticipating disaster on weekends. I concider bitching under my breath no more than 3 times a successful day. When Stacy is around, i think i feel calmer because she doesn't make my work load so impossible. I went in at 1:00 today and she smiles and says "Our Star is here... now we can get some stuff done!" She's usually very smiley which i like and when i had my back towads her, she commented again on how pretty i was and that i was fortunate to have such gorgeous hair. I smiled at her and said thank you. I don't yet understand people's fascination with my hair but i'll take it. I hit my head very hard when i bent down to pick something up. There is this little thing-a-majig there and i didn't really calculate where my head was so it hurt like a bitch. I had to sit down for a moment because i felt the room spin for a few seconds. I was okay but gah...sometimes i'm so klutzy. I don't know how i'll split myself in three...then again its not really the norm for me to be so solicited by boys all at one time. |
posted on 2010-08-29 @ 11:31 p.m. |
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