Thursday, September 29, 2005
Cracka please
So...not really quite so mad at DQ now. I've had a chance to settle down a little. Apparently S is taking the class instead of me because she works day shift all the time, and that's when the health inspector always comes. I can deal with that.
I really want some ice cream right now. Is that wrong or what? I WORK at Dairy Queen, for heaven's sake. I could probably wring out my shirt and get enough ice cream for a small blizzard. But no, I have to be all freakish and not want ice cream till 1:00 am, when all Dairy Queens are closed. Grr.
In other news...I finally felt like I had cooled off enough to respond to my mom's letter. So I did that, and paid a couple bills, and found a coupon for a tune-up. I have to get a state inspection tomorrow, so I figured I might as well get a tune-up and an oil change while I'm there, right?
Am I the only one who always cries during Oprah? I feel so pathetic, but seriously, I am all about some Oprah. I know it's gimicky and emotionally manipulative and chock-full of advertising, but I am just so damn sensitive. I swear I get teary at the drop of a hat. I really should know better by now, but Oprah was on at the laundromat yesterday (the little laundry room at my apartment complex is locked, for some reason, so I had to go to the laundromat), and they said Melissa Etheridge would be on today's show. And so of course I had to watch. I missed the first half, where Oprah and Melissa were talking, but I did see the bit at the end where she sang this new song...the song is what got me really teary-eyed. Might be my favorite Melissa song ever. I think it's called Run for Life, but that's just a guess.
Enough for now. Comments, anyone?
I really want some ice cream right now. Is that wrong or what? I WORK at Dairy Queen, for heaven's sake. I could probably wring out my shirt and get enough ice cream for a small blizzard. But no, I have to be all freakish and not want ice cream till 1:00 am, when all Dairy Queens are closed. Grr.
In other news...I finally felt like I had cooled off enough to respond to my mom's letter. So I did that, and paid a couple bills, and found a coupon for a tune-up. I have to get a state inspection tomorrow, so I figured I might as well get a tune-up and an oil change while I'm there, right?
Am I the only one who always cries during Oprah? I feel so pathetic, but seriously, I am all about some Oprah. I know it's gimicky and emotionally manipulative and chock-full of advertising, but I am just so damn sensitive. I swear I get teary at the drop of a hat. I really should know better by now, but Oprah was on at the laundromat yesterday (the little laundry room at my apartment complex is locked, for some reason, so I had to go to the laundromat), and they said Melissa Etheridge would be on today's show. And so of course I had to watch. I missed the first half, where Oprah and Melissa were talking, but I did see the bit at the end where she sang this new song...the song is what got me really teary-eyed. Might be my favorite Melissa song ever. I think it's called Run for Life, but that's just a guess.
Enough for now. Comments, anyone?
