From Another Life:
Wednesday, July 23, 2003
Stillwater, OK

So am having a semi-productive day at work. Motivation to finish a three year old annual report that no-one in his right mind would give two figs about is real hard when you are juggling three men, see? But I plough on.You know - I know I sound shallow and flighty. All I have been able to write about in daaaays is boys and hairdos. My thoughts have stopped seeping beneath the surface. I am turning into this superficial git and I have no intergrity or discretion because all the flippin little non-thoughts running through my big empty head is out here in blogworld for people to overlook. Damn.I rarely self-analyse to my satisfaction. Something innately honest about me makes self-analysis a very unpleasant process. I should stop now, but while I am gut-spilling, I might as well confess that I am not happy with me to day. uhuh. Nosirreee. I have been relentlessly blonde and I have no excuse. Ohhhh, I hate myself.Gotta run and finish the flippin report before I lose my job as well (considering I have no self-esteem left). Waaaah!