stop the madness

dear diary,

survived day seven. holy shit. how can it only be day seven?? 26 times yesterday i heard that voice in my head yell THIS SUCKS. often several times in a row, as in THIS SUCKS THIS SUCKS THIS SUCKS. on the freeway, at the xerox machine, while looking at my boss's outfit - although that one was more along the lines of PLEASE DONT LET HER CATCH ME FURROWING MY EYEBROW WHILE EXAMINING HER RIDICULOUS OUTFIT. this woman has more horizontal stripes than a zebra. ok, bad joke, but its as though her drawer is divided by days of the week, lavender stripes on thursday, blue on monday, etc. he cheap ass kind too. just think back to elementary school class picture day. yeah, now youre with me. that ridiculous cotton number with rainbow lines running across your midsection. and even better is that she wears pants about six sizes too small. not a pretty site when you are pushing 300 pounds. and then you throw in the little heels and she could really star in the "what not to wear to work (or in public for that matter) training video.

off to hell. i mean work.

peace out homies
m