Stop it, right now!
It’s funny but for two days I’ve been getting an abundance of nice comments and messages, and it’s just too much. It makes me feel guilty. Like somehow I asked people to say nice things to me. Does that make any sense to anyone but me?
It amazes me how well I feel like I know some of you.
We now return to your regularly scheduled sarcasm.
Sometimes I say totally unrelated things, and wonder why people don’t just shake their heads and walk away..
One person to another Person – I hate it when he laughs. He snorts.
Tracys Brain while eavesdropping- Ha Ha Snorting, like a pig. What was that pigs name in Charlottes web? Oh, Charlotte was the spider. Awww, remember how we use to listen to the Little Richard CD playing the Itsy Bitsy Spider with the kids when they were little? The CD also had on top of Spaghetti, oh that fish from Olive Garden last night was good.
Tracy unexpectedly blurts out to the people that happen to be standing there:- I really don’t like black spots on my fish.
Busy Busy Day at work. It’s been fun the last couple of days. I’ve spent most of my Xanga time commenting back and forth. I love conversations through comments. It’s funny to read back later, with just one side showing. I keep having to be mean (tough?) at work, and while I’m suprised at how easily it seems to be coming out of me, I really feel bad for it. But suddenly having to be accountable for what 15 people are doing, saying and spending is not really as much fun as one could hope. Sometimes it actually sucks.
Well, back to the working.