dorkfysh's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- nothing I put the kid on a plane at an ungodly hour on Sunday and watched her fly away to California for a week of being spoiled rotten by her Nana. She has already received a new wardrobe, a trip to Disneyland and an assload of Groovy Girls swag. I am using the time to go out for sushi and drinks and drag queens and gay drama. I worry a lot about what the kid will say about how her life has changed in the past few years. My mom told me this morning that the kid asked her why people were staring at her. My mom said "Isn't that why you look the way you do? So people will stare?" My amazing kid said "No. I look this way because I like it." Yay. ______________________________ I have been alone at work for a week and a half. It's like having my own office. My boss trusts that I will get stuff done without a jillion reminders or any peering over my shoulder. He sends me silly emails with half-assed instructions that are easy enough to figure out. I just sit here and listen to Laugh Trax on Spinner and type my little numbers into my little boxes and take breaks whenever I want. Jesus. I really have nothing of any interest to say. I'm just updating to update. 1:18 p.m. - July 08, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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