The God Awful Truth

The God Awful Truth

Ok here's my problem. I always thought it would be cool to chronicle my sad excuse for existence but I never realized it would be like work.
I have really no idea how this thing works with regards to updating and adding additional posts so I just logged in and crossed my fingers.
Today is about a week from the day I started this blog. I was actually motivated by reading my friend Christina's blog. Her's had inciteful material that just endears her more to me, though that's not hard to do. She is snarky and full of spirit and for some reason I just feel high when I'm around her. She totally rawks as does my Deb of course. I remember the saying absence makes the heart grow fonder. I've been thinking about Deb alot since the last time we saw each other back in November. Thought's like marriage and babies start coming to mind, I'm not sure what to think of that.

Anyway, I'm here at work and I hear the phone ringing but the last thing I want to do is talk to another idiot err customer. I found out when I got to work monday that I'm going to Barbados. How awesome is that after some of the crap places they usually send me? In a way I'm looking forward to it and in a way I'm not. I hate planes...funny coming from someone that travels as much as I do and has jumped out of them before. I have no problem with a parachute on my back but I'm always terrified of my next flight. I guess that makes me a wuss.....

I guess I shouldn't warned before I started this thing that I tend to type and hold conversations in a stream of consciousness mode. I'll change subjects at the drop of the hat, sometmies even my whole mood. I smile a lot but I dont think people see how sad I am on the inside sometimes. Actually, I dont even understand why I'm sad on the inside sometimes so I just smile and continue..... well I better continue this later, this work isn't going to do itself.