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Lucretia
reversethis-{moc ... } {0002aitercuL}
Likes puddy tats, the smell of fresh rain showers and reading true crime.
Hates liars and phoney people who put on airs!
Character most like-Eeyore from Winnie the Pooh.
Collects small ornate boxes and puddy tats made from a variety of materials.
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Tuesday April 17, 07
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07:19 AM - Monday – humiliation
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What a strange day it was yesterday, it was if I was going through the motions but was not really in my body.
The day started with me out of sorts of my regular routine as I usually pack my lunch the night before but what I planned on having could only be put together in the morning or else it would have resembled one nasty science project by noon. I also took the time to make a shake as the lonely last banana was on its last legs. Mother got up and started talking to me which resulted in me running late and going out the door without my water, which I then had to dig my keys out of my purse to get back in and grab it.
So running late I really had to hoof it to the bus stop to catch my bus. Got to the train station and the escalator was out.
Side note: there’s a guy on my train that I use to work with about 10yrs ago for some reason I’ve not said hi to him even though I caught recognition in his eyes as well.
So this morning we both hit the automatic doors just about together but I caught him out of the corner of my eye and quickened my step to get ahead of him. Only to discover the escalator out so of course I had to haul my ass up the 39 steps at a quick pace to stay ahead of him. Nothing like forced exercise.
The first stop the train makes it picks up 2 very loud native Indians reeking of alcohol and crack/meth smoke. My nose and ears insulted by their presence made me stifle a gag or 2.
Finally got to the stop for me to get off and low and behold this escalator is down so now another forced 43 steps. Really if it wasn’t for the forced exercise I wouldn’t have did it on my own. Sure I’ll walk up a moving escalator but will not go out of my way to walk up the stairs.
I had this project that needed to be finished because I dicked around too much on Friday so as I’m plugging away a co-worker comes and sits down in my cubicle and proceeds to tell me the sexy dream he had about me. I’m a little shocked and then tell him one of my own that I had of him. Now this is all well and fine BUT he’s married and hey I learned my lesson. He wants me to analyze what I think it means and I tell him that sex dreams are not about sex and you have to interpret the images in the dream not necessarily the actions.
Well he thinks some outside force is connecting us in some way trying to tell us something. God men will say anything to get laid, LOL. As desperate as I am for the attention and the arms of a man I must be strong. Yii he just walked in and came up to me to ask how my pussy is? LOL This is a running joke we have as I have black kitty cats adorning my cubicle. When he asks me this I usually say neglected and pass him a cat to pet. I truly am my own worst enemey.
The day was full of crazy interruptions by co-workers wanting something or another. My cubicle seemed to have a revolving door one goes out and another comes in so I take a humungous architect plan and place it on my spare chair to inhibit people sitting and loitering. For some reason I was like static cling and people kept being drawn to me.
So I manage to finish the project just as I’m being asked for it. I was wiped and left 10mins early.
Went for a tan and was given a different bed than I scheduled for and ended up burning my ass BIG TIME. Then went to the drugstore to return some body lotion I bought that smelled rancid and turning a corner bumped into the Big Nigerian Pharmacist who gave me a big hello Lucretia, which took me back a smidge. However last Wednesday we had quite the chat about the body’s chemicals and how when he was in school he was fascinated by the jars containing the various chemicals and how bad they smelled. Funny what people will talk about eh?
So then I ventured into the slumy grocery store down the block for some ginger ale. The usual mix of drug dealers and users hanging were out in the front. It must have been family allowance day as it was filled with low income people stocking up on milk, cigarettes and lotto. I managed to get out of there without too much hassle.
Then off to home to shower off the putrid tanning lotion. Took kitty outside for some air and a good brushing.
Felt restless after watching taped Sons of Hollywood and made a pan of puffed wheat squares, yum.
It was a weird day to me but after writing this it just doesn’t convey the feeling of the day. Oh well it was what it was.
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