| Sunday, January 28th, 2007 |
| 2:02 am |
Phelps
the bastard died and I never got the job... In the real world lots of things happened and it all caved in. If anyone else is feeling lost behind the boulders and not wanting to put their head up to peek a little then email me and I'll try and help. I can only try because I've been there. To help hmmm I hope I can. I think I can listen. And isn't it awful when people get all stroppy about their names being put hither and tither into cyberspace? No doubt the likes of jody thompson, jimmy brown, mark wood, karen hendry, meredith davies, alex, anna dillon, kristina, jim owen, joe and natasha morabito muggford 31st duke of heinz fifty seven variety marinated in the castle of ripshaw van damme, lee clatworthy and the chevs would shout NO OUTING. But I owe you all thanks and I'm well lucky to know you xxx |
| Tuesday, February 7th, 2006 |
| 2:38 am |
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| Friday, February 3rd, 2006 |
| 1:58 am |
not many giggles recently
so little miss gigglebox has been awol (absent without love). Speedo boy turned out to be crappy shitty flowery surf swimmers twattymungous twatty twat. Word of advice to that species who go by the name of All Men Are Bastards; don't hold your engagement party at La Fils et Filly when yours truly is doing her usual friday night grind down with her sistas. Bastard Bastard BASTARD. In other news, Phelps has died, worst thing was I had to represent the firm at his funeral and his stupid wife snotted all over my new coat. She clutched onto me like a limpet all through the service and kept quacking about how her departed husband had "regarded me in high esteem" UGH a peedo file till the end. My coat is now undergoing the gold treatment at Press Kwik Drycleen. Things can only get better. |
| Sunday, November 20th, 2005 |
| 11:40 pm |
There is no end to his talentz
speedo hunky chunk took me out last night to the golden dragon. Oh wow for the little bowls and chopsticks on a table that spinned around. The boy looked after me like THAT. I never know what to order where foreign is involved, especially chinky but speedo boy was like the most sophisticate. He like took control with the book menu and we had chinese banquet feast for two. Mass laffs with chopsticks which we continued to giggle over even when the chingy chongy waiter gave us proper knifes and forks. I fink I'm in lurrrrve for d to the e to the finite :-)))) |
| Tuesday, November 1st, 2005 |
| 12:16 am |
No way Pedro
Up for my annual appraisal today. Usually it's done by kewl kath in HR but she's on mummy leave. I thought it would be put back until she returned complete with babe to coo and cuddle and my promotion to chat about over latte. But no. Those bastard men on the 6th floor decided that my career should be assessed by the man who can't, PHELPS!!! Suffice to say, little miss gigglebox was subjected to the most piss offedly dull as lecture from the lazy git. His BO is getting so bad I now call it BOOOOO (poo whiff). I can't even remember what he said he was THAT grey. Rang kath tonight to get her to arrange a proper pay rise etc when she gets back but the bloke who answered her phone said she was in delivery and hung up. Maybe she's got a new job at the post office? This grrrlll is hoping not cos this grrrlll needs a pay rise. |
| Thursday, October 27th, 2005 |
| 1:16 am |
snuggles AND shopping!
Had to phone in work for a well earned duvet day today. If I was chief SheRa then duvet days would be one a week compulse: Luckily abs hunk was able to meet me lunchtime and I whisked him away from burger hell to shop heaven. He is soooo patient with liddle miss shopaholic me! OMG this could be the man who can!!! Had to let him get back to work in the end and I eventually came home to my pad with a lovely poster by some dude called Evian Ellis-Lovejoy. It's called "Frisco, City by the Bay" and is a photo of the golders gate bridge enveloped in cloudy foggy stuff. I really want to go to Boston one day. |
| Tuesday, October 25th, 2005 |
| 1:23 am |
A classic case of mizzogonistique a la work today
Phelps is back from his skiveothon and oh dear he can't walk properly (what did I tell you girls about his posture probs?). So yours truly little mizz helpful has to move her desk and all who sail in her just so lazybones phelps can do some weird slidey motion into his chair (which is mucho more lush than little old mini me :-(...). What next? A stannah? A parker knoll? A hareem of nubiles? KEEP REACHING FOR THAT GLASS CEILING SISTAS!!!! |
| Sunday, October 23rd, 2005 |
| 1:51 am |
Grrrrrr I want all you Grrrrrirrrrllllls to riot girl!
WE ARE THE ONES THAT ARE RAPED! WE DO NOT RAPE! Had a top night with speedo boy t'other day, I'm trickling down maximonious!! I may be falling in lurrrrrve!!! OMG did I say that? It almost didn't happen due to speedo hunky not exactly being au fait wit da signals u no wat i sayin grlfren?! I had to drink a bit too muchly to get the initiative but when I lunged dat boy did plunge :-)))) I IS A TRUE RIOT GRRRRLLLL AND SAY MENN ARE EASY PICKINNN! |
| Thursday, October 20th, 2005 |
| 2:10 pm |
Phelps is still away
something to do with his prostrate. If he sat up straight and did the occasional bit of exercise then he wouldn't have problems with his back. Lazy men make me go yuck. I go to the gym twice a week. You have to these days like with all that competition from the skinny girls coming here from Europa. Anyway, I like my curves so there. Anyway, with Phelps free office zone I looked in his desk for my wee friends. SHOCK HORROR! (and massive giggle fits from yours truly little miss giggle!!!), he only has gay porn in there. YOWSER. There was this most dissssgusting leaflet thing with pictures of mens you knows all like diagrammed and with the inside stuff like bollocks and funny tubes. I knew he was pervo central but I didn't think he was that bad. Off to all bar one tonight with speedo boy. Hey girls, how am I going to bring up the subject of swimming with him? Should I lay on the guilt trip or just tell him he could do with losing a few pounds? (preferably in my direction y'all!). |
| Wednesday, October 19th, 2005 |
| 11:53 pm |
Working Mizz!!
Stayed late at work tonight. Like durr, not cos I'm boring but due to new office hunkorama who is doing some complicated fiddly diddly with our puters. I've christened him Speedos boy. Fairy Godmother grant me a wish and let me see him in said trunks. It's not all looks though da boy has got brains. We had a really stimulating conversation about the cleaners and what part of the world they illegally came from. Speedo buff reckoned Algeria but I beat him with Prussia. We both agreed in the end that it was some part of eastern europe. It's sooo great to meet a guy who's not all abs n ass (though he has those ;-)). Phelps was away today hurrah! Hope he has cancer |
| Friday, October 14th, 2005 |
| 1:23 am |
I need hugs
terrible day today :-( Wuggles and bubbly fell off my computer screen top and down the back of the desk opposite. The desk opposite belonging to Mr Phelps :-(*** I hate him and therefore have no chance of getting back my soul buddies. Left a memo to the cleaners to search for them but I don't hold out much hope. The cleaners are foreign |