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Aug. 15th, 2001 02:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
raybearFirst off, I want to holla, holla, like Ja Rule at FreakySparks who I just now got around to adding on my friends list. Sorry, Sparky! Glad to have you aboard. And yes, you still have to join ethical sluts, even if you're in a monogamous relationship.
Second, I spoke with Melanie and there's trouble in paradise. By that I mean drama. Well, no, not that. More just annoying stuff. It looks like she'll have to drive to NYC after camp to do a fitting for her bridesmaid dress, THEN she can drive home to Chicago. Which means she won't be arriving until the 25th, not the 24th. Actually this is when I originally thought she would return. So I'm only a little disappointed, but I'm mostly sad for her since she has to take nearly 4 days to get home. Yuck.
Third, my body is betraying me. I thought I was just having stomach issues because I've been eating horribly lately, if I manage to eat at all. But now I'm wondering if something else is going on down there. I think because Michael posted about spotting even though he's been on T for awhile -- like he had buildup from a whole year that he was shedding (versus doing it monthly). So now I'm concerned that I'm doing some weird stuff. Yes, I'm a hypochondriac. Yes, it's probably just my poor diet.
Fourth, I have a doctor's appt tomorrow. Last night I had a dream that I've lost a total of 60 pounds since last fall. We'll see if it was a psychic dream. Also, I guess he'll put me on some different cholesterol medication since my previous medication has be PULLED OFF THE MARKET FOR CAUSING 52 DEATHS. I'm glad I've been a slacker about taking it this summer. It's what kept me alive. Or something.
Fifth, I have work to do that involves phone calls. But I can't get on the phone because I'm working help desk, which means I must be available for any incoming phone calls. But no one's calling. But I can't get on the phone because they might call. So I'm stuck until 3 pm, pushing paper.
Sixth, my new favorite song is Digital Love by Daft Punk.
Seventh, I just had an annoying (and possibly depressed) help desk caller. Yes, it sucks to be fired for being gay. No, you're not the only one. Yes, there are commissions in place to help you and we're not it. No, I don't like it when you hang up on me. Sometimes bastards in Chicago (or other big cities) make me mad because they don't realize how lucky they are compared to their rural queer brothers and sisters.
Eighth, I'm done. For now.
Second, I spoke with Melanie and there's trouble in paradise. By that I mean drama. Well, no, not that. More just annoying stuff. It looks like she'll have to drive to NYC after camp to do a fitting for her bridesmaid dress, THEN she can drive home to Chicago. Which means she won't be arriving until the 25th, not the 24th. Actually this is when I originally thought she would return. So I'm only a little disappointed, but I'm mostly sad for her since she has to take nearly 4 days to get home. Yuck.
Third, my body is betraying me. I thought I was just having stomach issues because I've been eating horribly lately, if I manage to eat at all. But now I'm wondering if something else is going on down there. I think because Michael posted about spotting even though he's been on T for awhile -- like he had buildup from a whole year that he was shedding (versus doing it monthly). So now I'm concerned that I'm doing some weird stuff. Yes, I'm a hypochondriac. Yes, it's probably just my poor diet.
Fourth, I have a doctor's appt tomorrow. Last night I had a dream that I've lost a total of 60 pounds since last fall. We'll see if it was a psychic dream. Also, I guess he'll put me on some different cholesterol medication since my previous medication has be PULLED OFF THE MARKET FOR CAUSING 52 DEATHS. I'm glad I've been a slacker about taking it this summer. It's what kept me alive. Or something.
Fifth, I have work to do that involves phone calls. But I can't get on the phone because I'm working help desk, which means I must be available for any incoming phone calls. But no one's calling. But I can't get on the phone because they might call. So I'm stuck until 3 pm, pushing paper.
Sixth, my new favorite song is Digital Love by Daft Punk.
Seventh, I just had an annoying (and possibly depressed) help desk caller. Yes, it sucks to be fired for being gay. No, you're not the only one. Yes, there are commissions in place to help you and we're not it. No, I don't like it when you hang up on me. Sometimes bastards in Chicago (or other big cities) make me mad because they don't realize how lucky they are compared to their rural queer brothers and sisters.
Eighth, I'm done. For now.
