daydream disbeliever

Mad Ramblings From a Blithering Idiot
2001-09-09 05:02:49 (UTC)

Tinkerbell and the Soccer Nazi?

As in, will it *ever* happen? No SN news at work
tonight. But since I was buried in girlswear this evening,
I hardly saw anyone but Patti and Melissa. Oh, and as an
afterthought: Jason isn't called the Soccer Nazi because
he's a skinhead or anything. It's just that he's a soccer
fanatic and he has a buzz because he hates his naturally
curly hair. It's a joking nickname. Speaking (or, typing
rather) of nicknames, I just realized that I have a lot.
In fact, nearly everyone I'm close to has given me one. I
guess I'm just that kind of gal.

Bennie in foods learned this evening that J and I are
sisters. His face was so red with laughter. We were
laughing so hard in the break room. J is the most over the
top, annoying person in the world. M, my youngest sister,
is, well, one must know both of my sisters in order to
believe that they do in fact exist. They're so different.
I, along with them was called odd in the breakroom as
well. My cousin, who works in housewares and used to
babysit us when we were small, maintains that the three of
us were the strangest children she'd ever come across. We
are a goofy bunch, I must admit. But I'd much rather be
odd than a blase, mainstream, cookie cutter moron.

I really have nothing else to write at the moment.
Until a writing frenzy washes over me I'll remain the still
impatiently waiting

K.