TMI Thursday: a bunch of old diary entries

So I found a bunch of old diary entries that I've been storing in a "journals" folder. These don't have dates but I can tell they're pretty old. I remember the incidents though. Much has changed but I still hate olive paint.

Tuesday

I hate everything and everybody. I hate school, I hate work, I hate being an advertising assistant for the shitty school newspaper, men suck and someone stole my jacket.

Friday

A few days ago I tried to introduce two of my friends to eachother. They both hate eachother now.

I'm sitting here in a dirty, grungy gas station where it looks like all the employees are ready to kick someone's ass. I hope it's not mine. My car failed inspection this morning and a big fat guy thrust the FAIL card in my face and boomed, "Ya FAILED 'cause ya pollutin' the environment!!" Great.

Monday

Someone at work's been requesting the free newsletter but they just can't seem to respond with the info I need when I ask. Well, they're obviously annoyed. Today they wrote, "I already sent you my address! DON'T ASK FOR IT AGAIN: 4312 Mhaghl z."

Um, what country? City? Zip? You can't just send me your street address! I guess they'll never see the newsletter.

Sunday

My benadryl itch stick leaked out all over my bag's contents on the plane. Now everything smells like sweet & sour medicine and I probably have dimenhydrinate (sp?) all over my fingers.

Saturday

I thought it was universally agreed upon that dark olive was a hideous choice in paint. Didn't we learn anything from the 60s & 70s? Yesterday in Home Depot, these people next to me poring over these hideous paint chips turned to me for my opinion. "We have a tiny room we're trying to brighten up. What do you think of this?" Um, I think you deserve to sit in a vomit-colored cell for even THINKING this hue would work.

Monday

This day could not have gone worse:
1. woke up when I was supposed to leave
2. lost my glasses and was even later
3. dumped bottle of water over in my backpack soaking checks for the bank deposit, notebook for important meeting, passenger side seat, new contract, forms, newspaper articles and phone numbers written on little slips
4. slouched too much
5. bit my tongue while eating lunch with a new staff member but they didn't see and I couldn't do anything but talk like I was brain-damaged the rest of the meal.
And the day's not even over!!

Heh. These bring up a lot of memories. But aren't I right about the paint?

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