I came into work today determined to work. By some miracle the traffic wasn't so heavy so it got me here a little early than I had expected, I stepped in 20 minutes to time and jumped right in there. I guess it's the vacation for this weekend that is making me want to cover ground and do as much of what I need to do now to make up time.
Last night I was exhausted. I didn't finish Queer Eye...that exhausted, I didn't have any alcohol and no heavy food, I was just tired. I couldn't write, going online was a waste of time as it's been boring and flat of late and everything has just lost its sizzle.
It's Keanu's birthday in a week. Why does that concern me? It should probably be of concern to whoever he's loving right now, she's probably running around trying to get him a good present, her tied up in a nice neat red bow, possibly with two other women his fantasy shag while he screams: Oh Yeah! I don't know. I was just thinking about that line in that En Vogue song: And I wonder who's loving you.
I really wonder who's loving him. She must be real skinny, intelligent and beautiful, and everything I aspire to be. I wonder about it, is it serious or is it just a fling, or does it really matter to my feeble head except to express just how stupidly infatuated I am?
What are we to do today to drive the boredom away?
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