10:07 p.m. - 2005-03-10
Not dead, I!
Okay, first, my apologies for ignoring my diaryland duties to report every boring detail of my life. I've been remiss and promise to write stuff more often.
So, what happened to break the long silence?
I wish I could say it was the concern and devotion shown by Miss Hiss and Miss Cold, but it was actually this week's Survivor.
Yes, before the lectures begin, I like to watch Survivor. It seems that, since I work in customer service and have to take all the customer complaints and problems seriously and solve them like nothing's ever been solved before, mind-numbing entertainment on the level of, "Hey, they just ate bugs!" is exactly what I need at the end of the day.
So there I sat, getting my mind numbed, and Ulong lost another immunity challenge, and they were talking about how bad they felt and who they were going to vote off. Then the steelworker looked in the camera and said, in his Southern drawl, "I feel turble, gettin' mah butt whupped by a homo-sectial. But them gays, they's strong. They all hanging out at the gyms an' stuff."
And while I'm on the subject of Survivor: Yay, Angie! She was never supposed to be an underdog, and I could tell that from the start. I don't know why she was picked last on that first show, and I won't forgive Coby for passing her over.
Coby being the homo-sectial, btw.
And in other news, not much has happened. I've been working a lot, I got a new cellphone, and Packet is cute. Plus, I went to Red Lobster last week.
The end.
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