Undone

So I went to work on… umm whatever day that was. I’d have to think and right now a temperature of one hundred degrees is preventing me from thinking much.

So If I can’t spell. None of you imaginary people are surprised.

When did I go to work? I think it was Wednesday. Yeah. On Wednesday, I worked with nearly all my managers, assist, etc, and it was, interesting to say the least, the very least.

HE was there. It was interesting. I still didn’t get any sort of pancakes thing, but um, maybe he didn’t get that he was supposed to say anything to me, or maybe….

I shouldn’t let my mind wander like that, It’s too small to be let outside….

Anyway he says to me he says “I got those notes you left for me on my car, and I said to myself ‘this is Pant’s website'” and I flushed, I”m pretty sure noticeably, and nodded and asked him what he thought of them. He thought they were “Definitely mine” and really nothing more was said.

I’m disappointed in the lack of Pancakes.

I like Pancakes.

Maybe I shouldn’t write when I’m sick, but I forgot to do this last night…..

Anyway, I happened to have cursed him too. Did I already tell this story? I think so. Anyway I cursed him and I told him I did, and he says “I hate you” In this little mock-y voice he does, it’s so foxy, and I just sorta went all flush-y again and my eyes got all really big and I looked at him and said……

“I hate me too”

Wow. Anti-climatic eh? I thought so. I said it quiet enough that he didn’t respond….. But it’s the honest truth *Waits for a huge smack on her head* i get annoyed with myself sometimes, just like anyone else.

Oh and my Boss nearly made me cry again. What a jerk.

Today I realized that I am the living Anne Shirley from Anne Of Green Gables, and Anne of Avonlea. I love those shows. Man. I just do. She’s all romance girl and wants things to be so great, and they never are good enough for her. I’d settle for what she got, corsets and all. *shakes her fists at corsets* Damn you.

Yeah. Right. Mom is asking if this entry is juicy.

My friend says it should be made into a book.

I laugh because this is the dullest thing ever known to man.

She says it isn’t dull. Oh Well, no reason to argue, but I’m talking right now to the only person I swear reads this little section of the internet.

I wonder if HE went here.

*blinks*

I suppose I’ll never know, unless I get some Pancakes.

Hey, if you know me, and you’ve read this just say to me:

“Pancakes taste good with Gardinias”

It’s just a thing I have, and I”ll know what you’re talking about, and so will you.

That’s all we need, isn’t it?