Old Lady Perfume

I hate the smell of old ladies. I don't know what it is; mothballs, sicky sweet perfume, old hairspray for their nasty gray hair that unravels down past their ass. God, I don't want to get old. I always used to think 50 would be old but now I look at my parents and think they are probably some of the coolest 55 year olds around. I don't want to get wrinkly skin. I don't want to have long, gray, nasty hair. I don't want to start to say things are too loud or that I want to eat dinner before it gets dark.

It's funny to think that when I'm old (20 years from now), talking about rap groups is going to be like our parents talking about classic rock, iPods will be relics and texting will be so outdated. For now, I will settle for not having to breathe gross old lady perfume...PLEASE!!!

Just put him to my voicemail....

This is a statement my boss loves to use when she doesn't want to talk to anyone during work. Really?? I'd rather take the phone call then return 10 phone messages anyday, but that's just me. Doesn't that just make more work for yourself?? Hmm...

I just got back the East coast from visiting my boyfriend. I also met his parents this weekend in Pennsylvania. I had a great time despite my worries before I went. His family is hilarious!! He has 6 brothers, 3 older and 3 younger. That makes for a big family dinner. His family is still in the same house since he was 2 so it was fun being there and knowing the history of his family.

I got lucky on my trip back and didn't get stuck in any bad weather even though I was stuck on I-70 to Denver for a hour on Thursday night going to the airport. Well, I'm about to get out of work so this was just a short note....

OK, I Can Be Sweet

Well, the bitch that I blogged about yesterday came up to talk with me today.....and believe it or not, I was nice to her despite what she said behind my back. Kill them with kindness, I guess.

The bus sucks. I think what I hate the most is having to sit next to people. I can't stand it. Do people really have to sit right next to me almost on my lap? I really get so annoyed by that! Also, idiots who bring money on the bus and don't get it out until they need to put it in. Thanks to them, I missed my other bus up the hill today and was late for work. And then there is the bus driver who doesn't know how to use the brake so every five seconds you are jerked forward by bad braking. Come on douchebag bus driver, I learned how to brake smoothly in driver's ed in 10th grade! So all in all, I HATE THE BUS!! If I come into some money, I'm definitely getting another car.

*To Tim: You are the best boyfriend in the world. I love you so much and I can't wait until you get home!!

My 100th Post!!

My absence from blogging really has to do with having someone to vent to in person and not taking it out on my computer. My boyfriend is in the middle of school at Rutgers and will be back in the middle of March. I have so much pent up anger towards things that I need to blog. I'm not good at venting over the phone to him. So here goes....

People smell. I don't know if it's me getting older and sense of smell getting keener or what but I am noticing that people reek. I sat by a guy on the bus this morning who smelled like a combination of cooked cabbage, coffee and mildew. GROSS!! I hate the smell of people after they ski, too. It's that smell of sweat, old deodorant and wet dog. GOD I HATE IT!!! And then there's those guys who where way too much aftershave. I could go on and on but I think I'm good for now.

One of my favorite owners just walked by the desk with one of the bitchy owners and asked if I needed anything. I smiled and said no thank you and as they walked away the bitch said "wow, you got her to smile, she's normally such a sourpuss". You know what, cunt, maybe I would smile more at you if you didn't f---ing complain about everything to me. F--- YOU!!! I'm sure the bitch will say something to my boss and I will get in trouble. Never fails....