Monday, September 22, 2003
@ 09:49pm
| Entry no.342 | "You're so sexy... sex-sex-sexy....."
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||   music    "You're so sexy" _ French Affair   ||

Events to report. None. No surprise there.

Bwhahaha, work was funny. Don "played" with me. Kept looking over and saying, "Nancy! So fast!". ((laughs)) It sounds dirty but it isn't. For some reason, I've been making more money than usual, and it's because I'm not taking as long to do work, and yet still doing the same job, if not better. And it seems like the other people are resenting that. Oh well. Shouldn't have made fun of me for being slow, now I'm stealing all their money away. Money that's all going into the bank and sitting there, since I was just reminded that my mummy's buying me a car. Granted, she'll only pay for 10,000 of it, if I want something that costs more, then I have to put up the rest. What a shame, huh?

Oops. Allie has my ATM card and my pin number. Should I be worried? Ah, there's no real money in that anyways. Only a few hundred. Only. Sheesh. I remember a time when I considered that to be a lot of money. I am becoming the stuck up rich kid. Watch me wind up driving a BMW, with Dolce and Gabbana sunglasses, a cellphone permanently stuck to my ear, a Movado watch on my wrist... eep. That isn't too far off actually. Bling-bling. Dancing hip-hop, be-bopping, scatting my way across the town. Trendiness to the extreme. I'll become what I've been against for so long. ((sighs)) How... utterly depressing. I'm trying to keep down-to-earth, ((even though half the time, my heads in the clouds)) as possible, but with a ready supply of seemingly endless cash, how am I expected to maintain that?

Anyways, I thought a lot at work today, whenever I had a free moment that is. I thought of "him" for a little bit. I thought of Mike, and I got yelled at by Dee, because she saw me get quiet and told me not to worry about someone who'll stop talking to me for no "real" reason. I thought of Justin for some strange reason. Maybe because I saw his screenname pop up on my list a few days. I wonder how he's doing. I wonder how a lot of people are doing now.

I'm developing more storylines. Maybe I'll actually have time to write more than the plot this time. Maybe I'll get some input from the cutie at Starbucks. ((which by the way, is what the missing entry's about.))

Talking to Billy, and NOT talking to Mike again. No surprise there. I wonder if he'll ever talk to me again. I'm guessing no, because why would he care if he ever talked to me again? He wouldn't. ((sighs)) Sad now. Leaving. Maybe Billy can cheer me up. It looks like I might be hanging out with him when I get back, I'll have to talk to Moni first though. <33 toodles.

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