a day in the life of a terror.

Blogging is fun, or so I'm told. Figured I'd take a stab at it... I'm not feeling very witty today howver, my place of employment is a complete creativity stifle. Small room, no windows, clean stark white... everything. Idiotic employees... but hey that's life and we all have to live it... I just think about the people that have to get up everymorning to clean the toilets at Taco Bell.... or the 30some year olds delivery my pizza and it all makes my life worth while. While some are slaving away working hard, on their feet just barely making ends meet... here I sit, watching American Dad and House on a computer in a comfy chair... comfy chair that SPINS! Oh yeah, bonus. Making decent money, wasting my intelligence, sitting on my ass. Its sad, yet awesome at the same time, kind of like my puppy... dumb as a stump but cute as a button. I find irony in my situation I guess. Its interesting to say the least. Young, cute, athletic, smart able bodied college graduate... working in a lab, in a factory, doing a job that a one armed, non-english speaking, 5 year old could do. Today has been less than interesting... no one got fired, no one broke a finger, got into a fight, came to work drunk... the old men didn't have any dirty racist jokes for me.. Just a regular day.

I think what's getting me through it all right now at this moment is the thought of being on a Caribbean cruise in 48 days. Ahhhh the beach, the sand, the ocean, my man. I'm super excited. But as any women concerned and fearful that I will not be the hottest young peice of ass on the shores... So what? I'm exercising *groan*.... walking the dog every morning, not eating an entire box of girl scout cookies in 1 sitting, or a whole bag of chips... yeah. I can pack away the food like its my job and still hold at a strong 120. However, bikini season always makes me a little leary... so I try to get my winter flub under control and tighten up a bit. Good stuff really... Anyway... I'm thinking of investing in an ABROCKET!!! (as seen on TV of course) My mother, who usually objects to me spending money on anything, obviously objects to me spending money on something to make me look like a super-hot Victoria's secret model. But me, on the other hand... it would be completely work the 97$ to post pictures of my looking smoking hot on my Myspace and rub it in all the poor schlubs faces who let me get away or took me for granted, cheated on me and broke my heart. You can't put a price on that.

Life is good, don't get me wrong but everyone's made some relationship mistakes... and every now and then it feels absolutely amazing to rub it in... I'm happy, I'm hot and I'm hey, I'm taken!! MMmm hm. It feels good, and it'll feel even better after I have "abrocket abs" hahahaha.
Ahh yes... only 2.5 more hours of this 2nd shift hell I live in.

It'll all be worth it someday... when I'm rich a famous for something... god only knows what... It'll be interesting though, that's for sure. But all I know is that I'm entirely to interesting to sit here and rott the rest of my life... Something bigger and better is out there, and its calling my name... I hear it in the distance... I just have to get a big closer before I can hear what its saying.

'Til next time..

TaraBull.