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| mbenznut (profile) wrote, on 8-12-2003 at 11:57pm | |
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| Grr. Well, lets start on a good note. In the last three days at Menards I’ve made sales totaling $30,000. So, you could say that I’ve been successful in meeting my sales goals. But then there’s that part where sales goals really mean nothing. Oh well. Josh is a fucking slob. I cleaned while he was in Canada. It took him 16 hours before he had the house dirty enough to piss me off. Maybe it’s just me, but don’t you put stuff on a plate before you put it in the microwave? Maybe some things that don’t leave residue behind you will skip it, but a hot dog? They’re not even decent ones, so they leave a shit load of grease behind, he can’t even clean it up. Well me being the person that I am, I micro waved my food on a plate and then set the plate in my lap to eat. I hadn’t noticed the grease in the microwave until I looked at my clothes. Then there’s tonight. About a quarter of my raspberry jam disappeared. After the story he felt the need to tell me last time, I figured he and his current boy used some for “extracurricular purposes”. I looked in the sink and saw there wasn’t a plate in there, so I was thinking, maybe I was wrong. But, me being the anal bastard that I am, I counted plates. There was still one missing. This in not some cheap shit jam, its stuff that I made. I had to go outside and pick all those fucking raspberries. I really don’t want to see it wasted for sexual purposes, especially if I’m not the one eating it. I also don’t want to envision Josh doing it. My parents are coming down this weekend. Not sure what to think of this. Hopefully it goes well. Most of my neighbors are leaving, which is a good thing. The girls across the street had a habit of parking so badly I wasn’t able to get into my spot even if I used the sidewalk. Plus the drunken idiots beside me are gone. They weren’t even fun to drink with. I need to finish my room. I know Jay is moving in soon. I haven’t had to work during the morning so I’ve been sitting at my computer around lunchtime. Imagine my luck, the football players walk by my house to get to the practice field. Now only if they took off their shoulder pads so I could see more than their face. Watched episode two of the OC tonight. I’m really starting to like it. The state of MI is being a bitch once again. According to all of the laws I wasn’t able to apply for residency until August 1. Then it takes them six weeks to process the application. My plan was to see if I was denied residency then drop all of my classes if I was, and just pick up a few at KVCC and get more hours at Menards. Hopefully my application is approved. I really want to become a stay at home wife. It would be the perfect career for me. I love to cook and I really love to have a clean house. So I could run errands, clean, and cook all day long. Now I just need to find a man to support this plan. Except all of them that come into Menards are married or so far below my standards that it’s almost not even funny. How can Josh keep meeting all these men, some of which are actually cute, working at Fazoli’s? |
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TaoMan1121 | 08-13-03 11:44pm LOL, counting the plates... that totally sounds like something I would do. And props for actually knowing how many plates there are in the house, I'm not even sure I know that. |