Archive for February 1, 2006
Gonna take my little girl out for dinner, gonna dress her in frilly pink and put bows in her hair.
Why does it freak my son out that I read other peoples journals, and not freak my daughter out? Does it freak the rest of you out? Cause you know, I’ve always read them…I just never posted in them until recently. And even then I’ve only posted in a couple (and you know who you are). Wanted to comment in two more but am controlling myself. I don’t want to scare anyone. I know, I’ll post the comments in here.
1. “You are phenom when it comes to the creativity and eveyone around you respects and envies your talents. From my position I hear it, and it’s true. “
2. “You are adorable! Everyone always wants to be around you, and just adores you. I’m proud to be able to say that I was hugged by you. When you need to explode, explode, “
Woooo – feel better now that I got that out!
Haven’t been able to pick the Chronicles of Narnia back up. Made it through the first two books and haven’t been able to force myself to go on. I will eventually. Want to go home. I’m out of patience today, and I’m a little afraid I’m gonna be snotty to people again. I hate it when I do that by accident. I don’t mind it when I do it on purpose. I use to be really nice, okay semi-nice, but I get bitchier and bitchier as time goes on.
See – that’s what I’m saying I just saw an email pop up that’s really going to tick me off. Stupid customers who dont’ want to do the work to take care of their own things.