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June 11, 2002-8:45 p.m. I might as well admit it; I�m annoyed. It�s not one great annoyance but rather the sum of a million small annoyances. For instance� I�m annoyed that Larry called me at 7:35am Saturday morning. I�m annoyed with the rodent for talking loudly and unendingly about stuff no one but him cares about. Also for interrupting where he is neither invited nor wanted. Breathing, too. I�m a bit annoyed and irritated that I�m having to cook my own dinners this week or eat my standard Mommy-is-gone bagel for dinner. I know my girl Ms. M can relate! I�m extremely annoyed that we are suffering a plague of grasshoppers again this year. They are everywhere, jumping in my hair, my clothes, between my shoe and my foot. It�s really gross, y�all. My poor flowers. It�s review time at work and I�m extraordinarily annoyed that my efforts will undoubtedly go under-appreciated. They are already giving us excuses as to why there won�t be any money (to speak of) this year. So again this year, I�ll get to sit in the room with my supervisor and hear about what a stellar person I am and then leave knowing that the trucker�s daughter makes more money than me and probably got a better increase. Okay. So maybe I could distill all of these petty annoyances into one, all-encompassing annoyance. Life is not fair. And that sucks. Oh and no, this isn�t a PMS-induced entry. You�ll have to wait a couple of weeks for that. **Disclaimer: All characters in this diary are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, real or imagined, is purely coincidental and unintentional.** |
