So today I woke up and felt like my ribs had been used as a punching bag...that's right...I hurt myself again. I was running for the bus last night and the strap on my bag hooked onto the doorknob and wiped me right off my feet...not only did I bruise my poor leg...but I also bruised my ribs and fractured my collar bone...luckily I've fractured my collar bone before so it isn't bothering me as much as my ribs are. Stupid doorknob. Yeah, so then I woke up and went to work, arriving almost two hours earlier than I was supposed to. So I started work early, to my surprise the job for today was to pack 800 cookies into little ziploc bags...then, after the cookies were done I was supposed to pack them (along with one bag of chips, a little piece of cheese, four hershey's kisses and an orange) into a little plastic bag with a smiling santa on the front exclaiming "Joyeux Noel" Joyeux Noel my ass...I'll show you Joyeaux Noel trying to pack 800 bags of chips into a stupid little plastic bag. It's not Joyeux trust me, it sucks butt. But it's also fun to escape my room (aka the fireplace) and bring little hershey's chocolates to everyone exclaiming "Wanna Kiss?" everyone wanted a kiss lol...that was the fun part. But I still felt pain...when I went into the kitchen to find Tylenol I found these little finger condoms...and one of the cooks said "Hey look it's ***m's size of condoms..." hehe making ***m turn red where he was cutting cheesecake HA! That's payback for making me lose ten dollars you bum. But then I called Jamie, and woke him up (again *sigh* it seems like I'm always waking him up or something, even when it's 2PM) so I told him I would call him back, failing to mention the little accident that I had concerning that extremely tender area (my ribs) that he so enjoys poking, hopefully I get to tell him before he does it...otherwise I won't be "Haha...stop tickling me" He will be like "Lesley! You're breaking my fingers!" Unfortunately it looks as though my love life is non-existent, that's right, I know eh? A great catch like me? But someone *HINT HINT* is being Dutch and won't ask me out, which means that either:

A) I follow Pierre's directions and give him time...or

B) I just ask him out myself...if he ever calls me back.

Boy's are weird I tell you, one minute they say they like you and they want to be with you, but the next minute they're all macho and shit and they don't really care about you. Well, sorry if I feel a little offended, at least I return phone calls. And sorry, if I feel a little crappy about you know, the stupid doorknob incident and I want to talk to someone. Maybe I should find someone who will actually say "Ah Lesley, I'm sorry you're feeling so shitty, I'll be right over to give you a hug and a peck on the cheek." Like I said, boys are weird. I am now at the computer with the hiccups...
ME: *HICCUP* "OUCH!?" *HICCUP* "OWWWEEEE"
Its only 10PM, I wish someone would call me and talk to me, I'm really really REALLY bored and I wish that I had something to do tonight, but I don't, so I will be all alone (this is where you start going "Awww poor Lesley") lol I'm jk, I'll prolly just watch a movie and sleep, and then in the morning I will wake up and go to work and call Jamie at like 8PM and see what he is doing. Because I can't keep promises to myself, I say I won't call him but I will, tomorrow. TOMORROW I said! Well, I'm going now, I think I need to drink a glass of water or something these hiccups are killi-*HICCUP*-ng me.

 

I'm Out,

LB

 

PS- Is this not the cutest picture you have ever seen in your life...it's just too much.

PPS- This is SUCH a cute comic...yeah thats right, I'm in my cute zone.

 

PPPS-> Happy 44 Birthday Uncle Robin, I miss you!