the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.



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8:04 p.m. + 2003-07-15 = workwhittering.

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so, i've been at work for 2.5 hours. i've won the first bout of trivia and acquired the beloved prize of a small bag of doritos. brilliant. it was almost as if i was destined to win since i forgot to pack cheesy crisp-like sinful, blissful goodness with my tuna sandwich (on homemade bread with cilantro, lime and basil dressing, spinach and jicama), fresh peach and bottle of something (still no alcohol... still those damn antibiotics. although snuck half a lightly-alcoholic whiskey/coke into my my system and there seemed to be no complaints (although, as mentioned prior... do have small, grotesque hickey in visible bodilyterrain. only thing more disturbing than this is the fact that i momentarily gave serious ponderment to climbing into a turtleneck. ish. nothing says "i have a hickey" more than a mattson in a turtleneck.)

((goal for august: not to catch strep, promote strep-free living since in past months it has become a dangerously co-dependent-esque relationship.))

where was i? does it matter? thought not.

oh yay. have just been promoted to phone-answerer-if-amanda-is-in-toilet-and/or-unavailable. amazing, i just climb and climb this dismal ladder of admissions phoning.

a fantastic job. 7.15/hour to make a few phonecalls. most aren't home AND i have fear of phone conversation so it takes me a good hour to work up the near to dial the entire number... and by then i've forgotten to dial 9 and 1 to get an outside longdistance line, so i end up back in starting position: folding starburst wrappers in hopes that phone-courage comes to boil, remove from heat, stir, cover. it'll all be okay.

oh hi. nearly time for trivia bout #2... if i win... my eye is on a kitkat.

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