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| March 26th, 2001, HELLO MONDAY!!! How's everyone feeling on this gorgeous Monday? I'm great, no need to ask. I was inudated with children this Saturday, but I didn't mind much. I must be getting comfortable with the whole kid thing. It takes me awhile to get comfortable with things normally. OH.. and I've decided to stop writing on Saturday's and Sunday's because I'm usually too lazy to get over here and log on this holy machine of mine. Besides.. My comp is at work.. who wants to go to WORK to play on their computer? Pfft.. not me. Once I'm out of the building on a Friday, I don't EVER wanna come back... well, until Monday, and here lately, Monday's have been great because I get back to work. YEA!!!! I'm not a workaholic, I'm just sick of listening to my own thoughts all weekend. I couldn't imagine what I would do if I didn't have work.. I'd go nuts, more than likely. Vacations are like.. the toughest things ever. Three days into not having anyone demanding anything from me, or asking me where they put the stapler or some stupid shit, I'm ready to kill people. But when I get sick of work.. I get SICK of work, and need to take a little breather where I don't do ANYTHING remotely like work. I'm sure a lot of you out there are like that, even if they don't want to admit to the relief cascading down their bodies and minds every Monday as they step one foot into that office cubicle they claim to hate so much, and rub their noses on that familiar stack of rush work. Oh yeah, you know you like work. Feeling like you accomplish something everyday, the watercooler gossip, slowly watching the clock until your lunch break, then feeling like a school kid playing hooky as you slowly creep out of the office before someone can grab you and ask if you'll cover for them at lunch time. Oh yeah.. don't lie, there's no reason. Besides.. who am I gonna tell? God? No one else listens, and I'm not sure God does either, he's so busy these days. Anyway.. I think I'll wrap this up. Ciao. I'm out. |
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| March 27th, 2001, Ok.. I'm hoping this poll thing will be a big hit with my many many fans of Dezy's Thoughts (well, that is, for the people that wonder onto my site with no clear indication on how they got here in the first place) THANK YOU, ONE AND ALL!!! I LOVE YOU!!! I know, that kinda cheapens the whole 'I love you' part, but for as many times as I've said it and had it trashed, I figure, FUCK.. I should get in the hang of it myself!!! YEAHH.. I'm feeling it.. uh huh... Right about now... funk soul brother... check it out now.. funk soul brother.. oh wait.. sorry.. I gotta stop..... dancing.. must.. STOP... PHEW.. that was close. Ok ya'll.. please answer the poll, my life is depending on it, you see... they have my big toe on a string high above a small kittens head and are slowly lowering it as the time goes by.. and *sniff sniff* if you don't help me by answering the poll.. *sniff sniff* that little kitty just may end up playing with my big toe, and you KNOW what little kitties do when they play with things. My poor big toe may be in pieces by the time I rescue it. And my big toe is my only true friend, without it, I may just curl up and DIE... yes DIE!!! hmmm... little TOO melodramic, ya think? *shrug* oh well. Lates, I'm out. |
| March 28th, 2001, Well, I bought my own web address last night, it's ewwie-weiners.com . It's alright, I guess, now that I have one, I guess I'll have to learn how to use it, eh? Alright, that's what I'll be doing for the next couple o' days, so don't be surprised if the thoughts page just kinda peters out for a little while. Don't stress, I'll be back. But for now, lates, ya'll. I'm out. |