I’m full. I just ate a lot of Chinese food. I get Chinese food every Monday, and every Monday the Chinese dude from behind the counter tells me about his adventures from the past weekend. Sometimes I think he exaggerates. Today I heard how he nearly got kicked out of the State Fair for fighting w/ Mexicans. He speaks Spanish, apparently, because he knew what the guys were saying and he had to kick their asses. Maybe the Mexicans were saying that they didn’t like Chinese food.
I’m really busy at work. I’ve got a million different things on my plate, which is challenging, but good. If I’m not challenged, I’m bored. I was supposed to have my annual review today, but it got pushed back to Thursday. Gary, my boss, is getting some input from VPs and directors before he meets w/ me. He said, “You’re going down, Allie, you’re going down!” Then he laughed at himself.
Hip, hip. Hip, hip. Hip, hip. Hip, hip. When you’re on a holiday, you can’t find the words to say, all the things that come to you, and I want to feel it too. On an island in the sun, we’ll be playing and having fun, and it makes me so fine I can’t control my brain. Hip, hip. Hip, hip.
My grandmother has called me four times. I have answered none of them. Which means I have to call her tonight. Sigh. I miss my other grandmother. I wish she was the one calling me. Wow. I didn’t go to her grave when I was at home. Damn. That really sucks. I always stop by the cemetery to see her. I talk to the ground like she can hear me or something. I dunno. Maybe she can.