Can't sleep, clowns will eat me

Okay so that's not true. There are no clowns. At least none that I am aware of. At least none of which I am aware. Whatever! Great. I'm having grammar meltdowns already. That shouldn't be happening until hour 72...at least. And it shjould involve a red pen and any Jane Austen novel. Can't sleep. Can't sleep. Can't sleep.

There's a sales meeting tomorrow. Blah. Have to arrive to work early. Double blah. On the bright side the meeting is going to be horribly long. Since I don't have to attend the actual meeting itself, I will have the whole morning to catch up on things without any pesky salespeople bothering me. Or bosses asking questions. Or people interrupting me, making me stop what I'm doing to start searching for something that THEY eventually find in THEIR office where THEY never bothered to look because it is easier to ask me. Blah.

Can't sleep.

posted by Beth 1:09 AM . . .

Don't label me, bitches

I feel dirty. I was looking around on the web and I accidentally found myself on some crazy ass white supremacy website. Bah! I wasn't looking at addresses. I was just clicking on sites that looked like they held the information that I needed, and before I knew it I was in the middle of some white revolution bullshit. It makes my skin crawl to think that some spying little government sanctioned operation now thinks I may be one of those closed-minded creatures.

Dear CIA,

Kermit the Frog taught me all about multi-culturalism when I was knee high to a grasshopper. Please don't put me on your "list."

To any skinheads/neonazis who found themselves here by mistake because you have done a search for white supremacy:

You are not supreme. That is my belief. You, however, have the right to belief what ever you want. That said, bear in mind that bald can be sexy. Short, bald and angry almost never is. Spread the love! Be sexy! You know you want to. Oh, and if this has in any way made you want to exercise your constitutional right to bear arms, please be a man about it and stab me instead. Guns are for pussies.

posted by Beth 8:55 PM . . .

Minnie mouse on helium

I'm running a little behind schedule this morning. I didn't want to sleep in today, but I did anyway. Didn't crawl out of bed until 10:30. I started feeling a little sluggish yesterday during my shopping trip with Audrey. I think I'm getting a cold. I'm stuffy and feel yucky all over. Maybe, hopefully, it's just a little summertime allergy and will be gone by tomorrow.

Anyhoo, I have to go in to work today and re-do the answering machine. I don't know why it has to be my voice. No one else will do it. I think I sound like minnie mouse on recordings. I hate the one that is there now and this time I have a stuffy nose so it should sound even worse. I have to do it now though. I've already been asked twice. If it sounds too much like a cartoon character with a cold, I can always do it again next week. Blah.

I lost half a pound this week. Three more to go before I reach my initial goal.

posted by Beth 12:23 PM . . .