stolen time

i swear i am sharing an office with myself.

i'm not i'm sharing it with Maggie, but she's so like me its scary.

btw the post i wrote about this has been eaten... i forgot... but i figure most everyone who reads this already knows. i got my promotion.

if anyone wants to get me a gift a nice name plate would be nice. a million dollars, him signing the papers and furniture for my apt would be better, but i'll take what i get.

i dont think i am going to be divorced until after my birthday. until after a year.

i went to a party monday and got asked about him every twenty minutes. domenick helped me prepare for this i used his line, i'm sure he's doing fine, we're getting a divorce, no i really dont want to talk about it. because i didnt and they all kept asking.

i think people are starting to notice my newfound confidence, i keep getting hit on, its good for my ego.

sunday night was weird, i dont want to talk about most of it, was a big mess that ended in grand theft auto, without me getting arrested... but the thing that turned my head the most was within like a minute of seeing me he asked how my sex life was doing. me being the smart ass i am told him i was running out of batteries before i ran to the bathroom to recompose myself. i should have told him its none of his fucking business and to go suck a cock but whatever.

i want this whole thing to be over, but i'm afraid of going to court alone. how sad is that, i want a lawyer, not to represent me, i'm perfectly capable of doing that on my own, but to hold my hand and tell me its over and everything will be fine. oh well, since its "all my fault" and i fought for everything by myself i guess i will clean up the mess by myself and be done with it.

again divorce and work... i need to get more of a life.

i did kareoke for the first (and last!) time ever without dying of embarassment. some people even applauded i figured they were deaf but whatever. one Patsy Cline and one KT Tunstall song. why i got up is a long story but they were short a singer and i was bet $50.

i got contacts. i hate them... ok so i dont quite hate them, my eyes are prettier now, but they get so dry working on the computer and i have been on the comp all day.

i'm half tempted to chop all my hair off... i'm thinking chin length bob... but i wont. i'll stick it out and wait till its long again, at least mid back... i only have like 8 inches or so left... so... never?
oh shit i gotta go i forgot i need to pick up my printer from srm before they leave for the day. so strange...

p.s. i am looking to purchase a copy of publisher (for free) from any one. i think i might have one somewhere but y'all know me and how that goes.

love y'all