LJ can get me into trouble
Nov. 9th, 2008 01:50 pmGrrr, it's been so long since I've used a journal/blog on a regular basis, I forgot that you may not REALLY want what you're thinking spewing about cyberspace. I'm glad someone reminded me. I was soooooo not cool with my previous entry. One reason I stopped using this is because it caused friction. I need to not cause issues with the use of site. I need to not repeat that mistake. This is a journal, not a grocery store news mag. I feel a need to really talk shitty thoughts, do them in my private space, not public space. The Mikeeeee improvement project continues.
I'm tired today, Silver Pass Weekend. I'm still losing weight and using the gym regularly. Good stress relief.
I loved driving around in the rain, it's... yeah.
Applebee's, good stuff, and I'm glad I didn't have more than half the sampler, and 1/2 a salad... Southwest Santa Fe salad. The dessert apple pie shooter was a bit more than what was called for... but I had NO food all day long, so I had extra calories to give.
Working at Martini was a kick in the butt. It was busy, but so much more enjoyable than what I have today. I'm sorry, but my Sunday partner is just... not a nice person. I feel like in some ways I was like her... demanding, pissy, rude... NEVER AGAIN. Small person trying to act big. Hell with that.
I'm tired today, Silver Pass Weekend. I'm still losing weight and using the gym regularly. Good stress relief.
I loved driving around in the rain, it's... yeah.
Applebee's, good stuff, and I'm glad I didn't have more than half the sampler, and 1/2 a salad... Southwest Santa Fe salad. The dessert apple pie shooter was a bit more than what was called for... but I had NO food all day long, so I had extra calories to give.
Working at Martini was a kick in the butt. It was busy, but so much more enjoyable than what I have today. I'm sorry, but my Sunday partner is just... not a nice person. I feel like in some ways I was like her... demanding, pissy, rude... NEVER AGAIN. Small person trying to act big. Hell with that.