This applies to EVERYONE: I started this thing to put down how I feel about things at a certain time. When I want to talk, but feel like I can't. It's really just that simple. If you don't like it, I'm sorry. I'm not out to make anyone feel like they're being put down. If you feel that way, there must be some truth in what I'm saying.

5/17/2004

We should've just taken the day off. Of the three demos we had booked today, we only did one, and I got one order. Better than yesterday, doing two of the three and not selling anything.

Apparently I come third after rain forests and animals on Amandas list of important things. I guess I can handle that, considering I beat her mom out at fourth. I get the bronze.

There's a multi-regional portable DVD player that I found on Overstock.com for $299. I would buy it but the only problem is, for whatever reason, they won't ship that product to U.S. territories.

The Hizzy is moving soon. She's landed an apartment in Arnold. But from what I've recently heard about Bayshore apartments, it's almost like the crackhead district of Arnold. I don't think she knows that, but it's pretty much the trashiest white trash area to live in. Maybe that's why they're so cheap.

You know, I've been thinking. (And I just realized how stupid that looks when you think about it. Anyway...) I think she knew what she was doing. I think she knew and didn't tell me because she knew I'd freak out. It bothers me when I think about it, but what's done is done.

Maybe I should quit being such a whiney bitch.

I wish I knew what was wrong with me.
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