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judecorpI don't know what I have to TGIF about, I mean, I only work three days a week. Hee. And I have been having fun at work. But this has been a very exhausting week. I'll be glad to see it over and done with.
I'm trying to get Neal to make an LJ. He is this old college ex. Like sophomore year or something. He likes to write, though, and I think it would be fun for him. I randomly logged on to TinyTIM this afternoon, and I guess he hangs out there during the workday, so we go to chatting. His wife is coming back from a long stay in Europe soon. Cool for him.
I found another cool LJ person today. Go see auntiesiannan. She rocks! She likes "Walking Down Madison," "Mambo Italiano," and Labyrinth. Hence, she rocks.
Today I got to do the less fun part of psychotherapy - paperwork. But it's better than some of the other jobs I've had - ugh. It's kind of fun in that tedious, time-consuming way. It's so odd to be diagnosing kids all by my own little self. Whee! Next week my boss is on vacation, so I'll likely be putting in less hours. Hee. I'm so bad.
I wonder what I'll do this weekend. It looks like it's going to be humid as all get out. Blah. Debating purchasing another bed. Funny, for someone who doesn't want to talk to me or a counselor or anyone about our relationship problems, he's vehemently opposed to my suggestions of buying a second bed. I just don't get it. He says he "doesn't know what he wants." Okay. That's fine. But in the meantime, while he decides, I'm not going to go through the motions with him, pretend or anything like that. Pretending is what we've done for the past 6 months or so, and that makes me sad.
Oh dear, I'm gushing on LJ again. MUST. STOP! :)
I like posting old really bad writing of mine. It gives me the giggles.
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yawn! my ears
fertilizer mouth
don't talk shit
(29 February 1996)
ObJ: I'm so psyched for you about Kermit.
I'm trying to get Neal to make an LJ. He is this old college ex. Like sophomore year or something. He likes to write, though, and I think it would be fun for him. I randomly logged on to TinyTIM this afternoon, and I guess he hangs out there during the workday, so we go to chatting. His wife is coming back from a long stay in Europe soon. Cool for him.
I found another cool LJ person today. Go see auntiesiannan. She rocks! She likes "Walking Down Madison," "Mambo Italiano," and Labyrinth. Hence, she rocks.
Today I got to do the less fun part of psychotherapy - paperwork. But it's better than some of the other jobs I've had - ugh. It's kind of fun in that tedious, time-consuming way. It's so odd to be diagnosing kids all by my own little self. Whee! Next week my boss is on vacation, so I'll likely be putting in less hours. Hee. I'm so bad.
I wonder what I'll do this weekend. It looks like it's going to be humid as all get out. Blah. Debating purchasing another bed. Funny, for someone who doesn't want to talk to me or a counselor or anyone about our relationship problems, he's vehemently opposed to my suggestions of buying a second bed. I just don't get it. He says he "doesn't know what he wants." Okay. That's fine. But in the meantime, while he decides, I'm not going to go through the motions with him, pretend or anything like that. Pretending is what we've done for the past 6 months or so, and that makes me sad.
Oh dear, I'm gushing on LJ again. MUST. STOP! :)
I like posting old really bad writing of mine. It gives me the giggles.
--
yawn! my ears
fertilizer mouth
don't talk shit
(29 February 1996)
ObJ: I'm so psyched for you about Kermit.
