18 February
Man, everyone was just living up my ass yesterday! They were practically stuffing roomsfull of Ikea furniture up there.
We're on credit hold with everyone simultaneously, I had hundreds of purchase orders that weren't signed on the right page (does it make a difference? Not to me!), and last week's checks still haven't gone out, because I haven't gotten them back from Linus yet!
I'm about ready to change the outgoing message on my voice mail to:
"Listen buddy, we'll pay you when we feel like it and not a moment before. Is it 120 days overdue? No? Then back off! (beep)"
Also, the weather was cold and foggy and grey and gloomy rather than warm and sunny and bright and cheerful, which, though expected, was still a knife to the heart.
I yearn for spring so much that my bones resonate with longing.
It was Ash Wednesday yesterday, so I went to church with all of the other A&P Catholics, a breed I have always scorned but have somehow turned into without planning to.
I went fairly early in the day, though, so my nice ashy cross was smeared away over the course of the day as I forgetfully rubbed my forehead.
How do other people remember? Or is it just that their foreheads don't itch? Sometimes I think I'm the only one who starts out looking like a good Catholic girl and ends up looking like a chimney sweep.
Yesterday morning as I was getting ready for work I noticed that I had a message on my voicemail from the night before:
"Listen, bitch, I heard you've been sleeping with my man. If I catch you one more time your ass is hit, alright? Bitch."
Isn't that great? I listened to it about ten times, chortling merrily. I mean, clearly it was a wrong number, but I just loved the dream that it wasn't and that someone would actually accuse me of sleeping with anyone, let alone somebody else's boyfriend.
Shit, I'm not even sleeping with my own boyfriend!
Today's horoscope:
You expect the best in your relationship. Don't focus on what's wrong; work toward your ideal (but recognize perfection is impossible).
One year ago today:
Maybe it's the wish...it's so big the ribbon can't hold it!
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