Cough, cough, sneeze....repeat as desired I've been sick all week. I'm slowly getting better though. By the time I got home from work on Monday, I thought I was going to die. I went to bed and stayed there until 7:30am Tuesday morning. I dragged myself to work everyday. Unlike some of the people I've workded with, I have a work ethic. I don't stay home when I have a sniffle. I have to be pert near dead to stay home. Yes, there were times this week that I contemplated crawling under my desk and curling into a ball, but I didn't do it. Anyhoo, I was hit on in the alley behind my house on Monday morning. It was raining. I was standing next to my car with my umbrella, fighting with my keys, when this guy starts talking to me. I wasn't feeling real bad yet, but I was ungodly pale. The conversation went like this: Him: You got a minute? Me: No. I'm running late for work. Him: You got a boyfriend? Me: Um, well, not really. (I really need to learn to lie better) Him: Can I come back and see you again? Me: I don't think that would be a good idea. Him: So that's a no then. Well, I'll see you again. Then he walks on down the alley, rain dripping off of his hooded sweatshirt. This is the same guy who walked past my car three times two weeks ago and kept peaking in my window smiling at me. He's a regular at the crack house on the corner. Then again, he'd have to be wouldn't he? Normal people don't hit on me. He kept walking towards me while he talked to me. I didn't want to have to stab him in the jugular with my car key, but I would have if necessary. Audrey visited me at work on Monday. I was walking back from the bathroom, and Tony told me that I had a guest. I was all confused as to who it could be. I don't think I've ever had a guest at any workplace before. I walked in the office and there was Audrey. Luckily she arrived before the sickness really started to kick in. She brought me candle holders. I didn't get a chance to actually look into the bag until Thursday. They are big, heavy, and beautiful. I love them. Thank you Audrey. posted by Beth 4:27 PM . . . Sunday, January 04, 2004 Why does it cry, Smeagol? I got a talking Smeagol for christmas. Yay! Love Smeagol. I saw The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King yesterday. A good movie? Yes. Best movie I've ever seen? No. I've seen all three movies, but I'm just not emotionally tied to any of the characters. Tolkien hasn't inspiried me to learn the Elven language. I haven't developed a soft spot for hobbits. It's just not my thing. Aragorn. I like Aragorn. He's ruggedly sexxy and weilds a big sword. Even so, the movies failed to move me as much as some people. The scenery was beautiful, good story and everything....just not my thing. posted by Beth 8:18 PM . . .
Why does it cry, Smeagol? I got a talking Smeagol for christmas. Yay! Love Smeagol. I saw The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King yesterday. A good movie? Yes. Best movie I've ever seen? No. I've seen all three movies, but I'm just not emotionally tied to any of the characters. Tolkien hasn't inspiried me to learn the Elven language. I haven't developed a soft spot for hobbits. It's just not my thing. Aragorn. I like Aragorn. He's ruggedly sexxy and weilds a big sword. Even so, the movies failed to move me as much as some people. The scenery was beautiful, good story and everything....just not my thing. posted by Beth 8:18 PM . . .
