7:13 p.m. ||August 12, 2004 I received a few more "I'm interested" emails but the candidates were very lame. I know I'm going to burn in hell for saying that and thinking worse. Maybe I think I am too picky. Maybe they look at my pic and say she's not great but I think I look good but I hate my ass. I am too pear shaped. I'm not even going to go off on the tangent about my weight... what I really need to do is take advantage of the free full size gym I have at work. There's this woman at work who goes 4 days a week at 5 am- god bless her. Talk about dedication. She looks great too and she's a smoker. Tomorrow is jeans day which sometimes annoys me (believe it or not) but since I just got a nice new pair of jeans that look good on me,I don't mind. However, I do get tired of dressing up everyday. I work in the type of office that the men have to wear ties daily. Sometimes I feel like it's just a continuation of my days from wearing the uniform at my catholic high school. Oh god I got the invite to Sandy's baby shower and it's like a really big shower. They're having it in a hall- now I know the frigging ex was invited and will probably be there. I can deal with seeing him if I have to but no way do I want to see the girl he's dating. I wish I could make up this fabulous boyfriend to tell him about when he asks if I'm seeing any one. My imaginary guy could have a house on the beach, drive a harley and look like a greek god but no- I can't lie, Sandy know's I'm not seeing anyone- damn it. |