Grace

40 acres and a jag
2003-03-03 23:51:39 (UTC)

the slackard plays hookey

well, i'm not really a slackard, and i skipped the last two
hours of work today. we didn't get to sleep until 10:30p,
and we both got up at 4am. i have to wake up to get john up
cos he doesn't hear the clock. and i must transport him to
and from work. i can't wait until we get his car fixed.

the woman at work tried to sound a little snippy. fuck the
bitch. they can fire me and good luck finding someone to
take my gotdamned place. john is working, and i'm actually
ready to quit anyway. i just want the money so we can fix
his car. i would like to get a part-time job. by the way,
hiram walker in fort smith is a nice place to work. the
worst place is channel 40. they have a lousy station, lousy
programming and lousy managers. fat, redneck assholes.
bourgy wannabes --

i've cut back on the ivillage stuff. i see the same
whiners, and it's not helping me. i want to have fun. i
want to laugh and talk shit about people i don't like. the
sarcastic humor is very therapeutic.

i got a book about pilates yesterday. between that and t'ai
chi, i should be working on my breathing, flexibility and
soul. i should be doing all of this shit at once. i would
really like to get better with the bo staff, too.




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