I like penis A woman hit on me today at work. At first I thought she was a man, but then she told me her name, and I realized she was a chick. I caught her looking me up and down as I crossed the room to my desk. She winked at me when I came out of the bathroom. She was wearing men's cologne. In related (loosely) news, a woman from Camaroon came in for an interview today. I had a chance to speak with her while she waited. She has been in this country for almost 2 years. She has the most beautiful dark skin that you will ever see. It almost looks silky. I just wanted to touch to make sure she was real. She told me that I was a very attractive American woman. That I was lovely, all pale and pretty. Aww....gee, thanks. So much for all those people telling me I should invest in some can in a tan stuff. The office was swarming with men today. Due to my manager's absence on Monday and Tuesday, we had a vast number of interviews today. Wall to wall men. Too bad most of them were only 18. Still, they're at their sexual peak....maybe I should stop flirting so much at the office. I also discovered something horrible about myself. I apparently do that damsel in distress thing, and I apparently do it well. There was a spider crawling along my desk. It's bad luck to kill a spider, especially when indoors, so I scooped him up and went to the window to let him go. I turned the latch, I pulled....nothing happened. I had the spider in my right hand, my dominant hand. I can't do much with my left hand. I stood back and stared at the window. Next thing I know, 3 guys have started to cross the room to assist me. That's when I noticed that I was standing, facing the the room (away from the window) with my hip thrust out, twirling my hair around my finger....probably with a perplexed look on my face. I don't know when I turned away from the window. I don't know how long I was standing there like some bubbleheaded doofus. All I know is the window was opened and the guys stayed there until I released the spider, then they closed and locked the window. Girlier by the day, people, I'm getting girlier by the day. posted by Beth 10:35 PM . . . Sunday, June 08, 2003 stupid stupid stupid Why is it that everytime I start to feel okay about things, something happens to fuck me all up again? Who knew that 45 seconds worth of conversation could tear down a weeks worth of progress? Now I'm feeling all anxious again. Maybe I should mail the letter. I didn't have time to explain myself in that big 45 second phone call. Maybe I should just forget about it. Maybe I should wait and see if those guys are at the bar this weekend. Maybe I should put it to a vote. What should I do guys? posted by Beth 11:00 PM . . .
stupid stupid stupid Why is it that everytime I start to feel okay about things, something happens to fuck me all up again? Who knew that 45 seconds worth of conversation could tear down a weeks worth of progress? Now I'm feeling all anxious again. Maybe I should mail the letter. I didn't have time to explain myself in that big 45 second phone call. Maybe I should just forget about it. Maybe I should wait and see if those guys are at the bar this weekend. Maybe I should put it to a vote. What should I do guys? posted by Beth 11:00 PM . . .
