Yippeeee, I'm at work. You know....every fucking Summer, we have the battle of the air conditioners. This year, its unbearable. the bastards are keeping it way cold and I have to continually wear a warm jacket INSIDE the office so that I don't get sick from going indoors to outdoors. That damn stinky Jimmy from C-Squat is trying to make time with me. Ewwwwwwww. He smells like dead rat or something equally foul. I saw Billy Comfort and he dissed me as usual. Luckily, I don't think he's so hot anymore but I like drinking with him.
Otherwise, yesterday was a nice day, I got my scarves for my Canopy bed and now I feel so elegant. I still feel kind of twisted that they don't match but I can buy some scarves that match another day. I want to talk to Michael McGreal. Its eating at me so much. I just want to talk to him and let everything go. I'm finding it so hard to just walk away. I know, its stupid. I'm stupid. sigh.............off to the chiropractor's.