Ok let�s start all fresh for the new year.
I got my computer fixed so now I can update my website again, hooray! Let�s see�
For Christmas my boyfriend came to visit me. That meant the world to me, it truly did. He might not know that but it�s true. I don�t think I am good about verbalizing stuff like that sometimes. Anyway, I got really good booty (both kinds) and ate a lot of food and fattened right up. I officially fit in a B cup now. I'm huge.
I graduated from college and I am looking for a job. So if you know anyone who is looking for a weird little introvert to come fix computers for them make sure to drop me a note.
I am really getting frustrated with this job situation. There isn�t really anything in my field available around here. I�ve been applying for a lot of secretarial-type jobs because I am good with the computers and all that crap. I feel like such a loser. Maybe I will become a �Telephone Actress� or invent the first Padded Bathtub. Bony people need to be catered to just as much as obese people you know.
I thought about going the T&A bar route, but decided no amount of dirty old man cash is worth lung cancer and further damage to my self esteem. The perks of the job are not perks, they are a perk. Just one. Cash. I�m not that desperate yet.
Also, my weirdo ex husband called and left a bunch of weirdo ex husband messages on my machine yesterday. The messages themselves were bizarre but the fact that he left them all within seconds of the other is even more so. It�s stupid. Stupider. Stupider isn't a word is it? This is how the messages went, in a summarized version with names changed to protect the retarded:
Message one: "Hey, it's Sociopath, call me.�
<Five seconds later>
Message two: �Let�s be friends man. Peace out.�
<Three seconds later>
Message three: �Everyone knows what you did!! Well, they know. Many crazy little mumbles.�
<Ten seconds later>
Message four: �I want a paternity test you ho. So there. Poopy on you!�
<Twenty seconds later>
Message five: �I CAN CALL YOU WHENEVER I WANT!�
I never even talked to him at all. I didn't even pick up the phone once. I�ve only talked to him once in over a year. Maybe he takes drugs now. I wasn�t really too disturbed by it though, really. He is definitely losing his terror-grip on me. I am not half as afraid of him as I was even 6 months ago. Not that I�m letting my guard down, but I am not so affected by his crazy bumbling around anymore and that makes me happy. I am getting my self esteem back. Whoopee!
Anyway. That�s the news from Lake Wobegon.
