meganlala's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- i nearly bloody died oooh. i gave myself the biggest heart attack ever tonight. at work, what with all this finger itching, my hands have swollen, and so my rings were starting, well, actually, they weren't starting to, they were, cutting the circulation off to my fingers. so i thought, no worries, i'll just take my rings off, and stick them in the special and extra safe pocket of my jeans. which was fine at work, on the way home, going for a walk, fine actually, right up until the point where i was getting changed and was taking the rings out of my pocket. only my 18th birthday ring came out. no engagement ring. so i'm going through the pockets. no joy. and i'm checking the legs. no joy. and my socks. no joy. and my knickers. no joy. the towels (i'm in the bathroom) no joy. i race into the toilet, hoping that it hasn't gone down the loo (maybe i thought i could beat the flush? i don't know). no joy. so i'm crawling around on the floor, patting the carpet. still no joy. the dill comes in to find me crawling around the floor nekkid. i'm pretty sure he thought this was some kinky new sort of foreplay. but no. i'm having a heart attack. the diamonds in the ring are from my great aunt, the one that had alzheimers (and that's not why she left them to me!). they're all i have of hers. the dill designed it. i love it. we also have no insurance. so i'm on the floor of the bathroom, panicking and wondering where i can hire a metal detector from at 6:30pm, and trying very hard not to bawl my eyes out. the dill calmly walks in, picks up the plastic bag that i have walked over about a million times so far, and picks up my engagement ring. all the while pissing himself laughing at me and my mad panic. yeah, and he would have been soooo happy had i lost the ring. not. is anyone else spotting a pattern here? the dill spends alot of time laughing at me. although he claims that alot of that laughter is actually with me. but i'm not so sure about that. i think i'm going to have words with these puter people about this puter. for a pentium 4 1.7G with 256 ram or whatever you call it, it isn't even as fast as the crappy pentium 3 866 with 128k ram at work. i think there may be a problem. who knows? i'll be really pissed off if there is. considering it is only two days old. damn these people. i am so far behind, i bought work home. don't tell winter jones. i'll be booted out of the slackers club. but i'm too slack to pay membership, and they're too slack to boot me, so i'm probably safe. here's an update on the zyban front: i quit. the itching is driving me mad, and i'm now starting to get hives as well as the invisible rash. you can stick it up your arse, thank you very much. if i don't stop scratching soon, i'll have no skin left on my body. ah well, skin, who needs it? it's over-rated anyway. today's tip for better living: i recommend attaching precious jewellery to ones body via body piercing. you can't lose it that way. fuck. that nearly scared me to death. 9:56 pm - 01/10/2001 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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