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Posted by Keiri on February 23rd, 2005 filed in UncategorizedAs you can see, I updated the side of my blog with my blog links and daily links (thanks to Jarrod – many years ago I decided never to play with html again, so he’s my savior. Another great thing about some men – he did it without complaining and he did it right away. Very sweet.)
I saw Echrai, Bking and Kitty’s comments. I guess it’s not that I don’t have stuff to say… it’s more like.. I don’t know how to say it. It’s like Echrai said, her blog is usually about her self-awareness and thoughts, and frankly so is mine, if not moreso. And I feel guilty about that so I try to keep it light. But this is a new day! so fuck that, and I will be as introspective, selfabsorbed and selfish as I want to be! bwhaahah!
Jarrod and I are really, really sick. So he took me out to burger king so I didn’t have to cook. We were just talking playfully about online game stuff when I heard this guy cursing up at the counter.. an angry sound. I shushed jarrod and we listened.. the guy was cursing at and being really abusive to his girlfriend. Calling her a bitch and this and that.. and he was scary.. and she just took it. We didn’t know what to do. Things like that make me ill. We ended up leaving.. normally we’d call the cops if we saw him hit her, but it was verbal.. and ugly.
I was supposed to go into work today but as I said, I caught what Jarrod has and i’m miserable. Not a snot fountain like Echrai gets, just a sore throat, coughing, braindead, stuffy nose. But i do have to go tomorrow because the Rosemead grant is due at 5 pm tomorrow.
So the place i’m interviewing with called to move the interview. I called back and left a message. Basically I have no idea when they can see me now. I keep applying to other jobs – today I applied to another one.
God, this is such a boring-ass blog post. Here’s something to lighten it up.
February 24th, 2005 at 3:53 pm
Is not!
And we LIKE the self-contemplation of you. Your thoughts, what happens day to day, really isn’t as self-absorbed as it sometimes feels when you type it out, I think. I guess looking into other people’s lives – especially those we relate to – is a sort of voyeuristic pleasure. Although I never really thought of myself as a voyeur. Ick.