incessant driveling and thread weaving, because that is what this is going to end up being (as always). yes, bored again at work <sigh> but this time, unlike yesterday, i don't get a horrid sick feeling in my tummy everytime i turn to look at the computer screen. <sigh> it's only 8 am and i've been at work for 1.5 hours. i woke up at 6 and could think of nothing better to do then to get my arse here, in this chair, for the next 8 hours. isn't that pretty sad: that the best thing i could think of to do is THIS? i once had a friend who said he wanted to be struck with love, go to the girl and offer "runaway with me, let's go rob a bank and run away and be happy." i would have done it in a flutter of a heartbeat (since i'm working on my kleptomaniac skills too--i stole a $1 paintbrush last week--shh..)
oooo, crushes are a good topic for me too. presently i've got one on an employee of this cafe downtown, this father of two who is a member of our swim club, and this 50-something miner here at work..the last two though, i don't want anything to happen with. imagine me breaking up a sweet sweet home. actually, that would be somewhat amusing. har har har...everyone always asks me how i keep them all in order [the crushes, that is] and my appropriate response is "well, hell, it's not like anything ever HAPPENS with these people." i see one when i'm walking about, the other when i'm discreetly trying not to be noticed in a bathing suit, and the other when i'm passing out paychecks or getting a tour of the mine" but damn me if i ever get the courage to go into that cafe now, when that boy is working. the world is a much nicer place in my head.
drat! i just looked and my tie is not navy blue it's black...oh well
someone mentioned the rondelles the other day, i'm correct? well, i saw them monday and YIKES! i was in love. it's been a long time
i've actually had fun at a show. i mean, i've been to some good ones and had an ok time between sets but wowo, the rondelles... yummy.
i'm getting a mullet <deep sigh>. i had to explain what a mullet was to the woman who cut my hair until i became cheap and impatient and just did it myself. that's not ironic, i know, but what is it? what the word? amusing, i guess.
well, the-lady-i-share-an-office-with (that's her job title too, imagine that) just came in with cupcakes so i best be going.
good day, KIMberly xx
ps. i'm sorry but i simply must ask. would anyone be willing to tape the bowlie or anything live for me? i don't have anything but the fact that i'd be the happiest gal alive if you would and some collages and pictures and movie cards to offer in exchange and any costs for shipping and dubbing and don't forget about the wonderful knowledge to know that YOU, yes you, the dubber of the tape will be spreading belle and sebastian joy across the world... pps. ug! my shirt keeps popping open. how's that for smut?
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