lc23tina's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Yes, I have been hiding under a rock. My vacation from Diaryland is over. Did ya miss me? Alot has happened. Tons. John and I are moving right along with the plans for our wedding. It seems like we just get one thing done then we think of three more things to do. We've gone from writing out a "things to do" list on a post it note to having a 3 inch ringed binder. We've had a few moments where we figure this wedding isn't going to fly, but we recover fast. This is something we both want to do. I have a problem though. A big one at that. My best friend and I aren't talking. My choice I guess. I held a dinner with my sister and her boyfriend, a co-worker and her boyfriend, and my bestfriend. John and I too of course. The week leading up to the dinner was hell. I had Monday off, worked 20 hours on Tuesday, 11.5 hours on Wednesday, 12 hours on Thursday and 13 hours on Friday. I had to pick up my sister and friend early enough to get my dinner ready, take a shower and clean my house (by the end of the week my house was nothing less than a pig sty). When they got here my friend made it a point to nag about my house, not just once or twice but every 3 damn minutes. Finally I said "fuck this, from now on NO ONE comes over here if you don't like it!". I was mad. Who or what died and left you the fucking queen of England? So carrying that sourness with me for the rest of the night I did not enjoy myself. Not one bit. As the night progressed we decided to play Rumoli (spell check on that one--never said I could spell it, damn that night was my first night ever playing it). My co-worker brought the game over and I wanted to learn. You would have thought that the people here would have wanted to play, ya know have a little fun...I was wrong on that one too, rather than be social my friend just sat on the couch like a bump on a log. Me and my big mouth had to say something, and I did. I can assure you it wasn't too pleasant either. Oh well. You don't go into someones house and start dissin' their pad. Besides, I don't have all the time in the world to make my place not look lived in. Whats even the point of that. I would rather have my place looking like it's lived in rather than people being afraid to breathe the wrong way in fear they make knock something out of place. That's my problem. We haven't spoken since that night. She is a key person in my wedding party, and she is also my best friend. I miss her. I really miss her. Work is terrible. I hate it there anymore. Since the merge there has been nothing but problems. After the Christmas holidays when companies start hiring again I will get a new job. I had my work Christmas party this past weekend. That was nice at least. They held it at the horse track. We had a huge buffet dinner, bet on the ponies (which I had never done before -- I won $6.75 on one race) and downstairs from the track there is a casino type thing with slot machines. I took the $20.00 they gave us in casino money and got $20.00 worth of quaters for the slots. I cashed out with $142.75! Not bad at all! I think the Christmas party would have been better if we could have danced and stuff. But it was fun. Wow, I thought I was going to be here typing forever... I'm sure there is more, but I've been gone so long I forget what has happened. Ta ta for now, I should be back soon. 3:08 p.m. - 12.16.03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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