The daily description of my life in hell (otherwise known as the Wann Langston Memorial Library). Pretty much.
Friday, April 26, 2002
Sha sha sha! I am a posting fiend today. That's because it's friday - CH-eryl is gone and I'm refuting actual work. Well, I'm posting cause I read this article online and if I weren't a computer moron I would post a link or something but whatever I'm rambling -
The article talked about why online journals suck. And you know what? This guy really just sounded more pissed off that his journal was one of the first to go up and now there are hundreds and people don't take it seriously and blah blah blah blah. Shut up. He had a list of "Stereotypical Journals" and I could understand. I mean, I do see a lot of depressive's journals and such but this guy had only one good catagory "Well Written Journal". Oh that's specific. He obviously thought of himself as this true writer. You post on a goddamn weblog get over yourself. And in real life, who knows? Maybe he's got the best novel ever under his bed. Anyway, he lists all these things you should do to make a good journal and really it just sounded like you only need one which was BE HIM. At the end of this long annoying repetitive essay was a link to his journal and you know what? That's right. It sucked. I wish I could put a link to it but I suck. posted by Sadie at 12:03 PM
A strange enigma has entered the library. It is a ball of I'm Truly Interested in Everbody energy in the form of a girl. Now, don't get me wrong I do enjoy talking about myself but her earnest questions kind of creep me out. And I'm not the only one. Everyone who walks in is treated to questions like "What do you do?" "Where did you go to school?" "What are your life plans?"
What is with that? Maybe she popped into the world when everyone's not-caring became it's own force and she was created to offset it. I just don't know. What I do know is that her husband also likes books and for some reason he got them insured.
Insured people. His. Fucking. books. I mean, yes, you can get attached and if you're holding the first signed edition of The Sun Also Rises you may want to get that shit insured. But Micheal Crighton's Congo? So anyway that point of this ramble is that I will continue to go on not-caring about the lives of others and try to avoid the girl who is truly, interested in everybody. posted by Sadie at 9:40 AM
Number of times I cut myself at work yesterday: 4
Number of times I cut myself at home: 1
Number of things I cut myself on: 5
The things: a book cover, paper, tape dispener, pen, my dog
What all this means - that remains to be seen.... posted by Sadie at 9:04 AM
Thursday, April 25, 2002
Not really a lot happening. Dan's annoying and CH-eryl is gone and the library is stupid so it's all normal. Dan did try and hold a grunting conversation with me with food in his mouth. I puked and that was the end of it. I'm still working on trying to get a comment section up here. Someday chilluns someday. posted by Sadie at 11:26 AM
Monday, April 22, 2002
The point of a hospital cafeteria, as I see it, is to serve quick tasteless food as quickly as possible. It's not for having "deals" or "meal combos" cause you've got employees in a rush without a lot of cash. They've taken the sandwich bar away and thus ended my life. But today, they are making grilled chicken sandwiches. Perfect.
I go over and tell the woman I just want a sandwich but I have no need or money for salt chips and water coke. She says she can't do that. I'm all "what do you mean you can't do that? It's actually easier then giving me the stuff" She's all "It's a meal deal". Whhhaaaaatt? A meal deal? Am I at mcdonald's? You know what? At McDonald's they let you just have a sandwich. So then I find a manager and she tells me that I can just have a sandwich but have to pay the whole meal deal price.
By this point I'm pissed off enough to try something brave. Some bold statement - I think about just getting a sandwich, throwing two bucks on the counter and taking off. In the end though, I eat some graham crackers and glare a lot. posted by Sadie at 3:29 PM
Friday, April 26, 2002
