Rhapsody in Black

Designed to Make You Feel Like the Sane One

Wednesday, November 10, 2004

Mae West, Strawberry Cheesecake Iced Chai Lattes and Little Black Books
My day at work today was rather interesting. I enjoy watching people so this job provides me with hours of people watching bliss. Today this lady shared the cutest story ever. This woman was a doll, she was saying how the Dollar Store across the way had closed and how she didn't even think one could buy things for a dollar any more. She said that when she was a little girl she saved up all her pennies to buy a Mae West Rinestone Bracelet. She was so excited to buy this because she wanted to look like Ms. West, but when she purchased the bracelet her half sister stole it from her. This was by far the cutest work story I have heard there yet.
I also made something weird today: A Strawberry Cheesecake Iced Chai. Iced Chai with Peach or Vanilla flavouring I can handle, but Strawberry Cheesecake? How rare?!
I have decided not to talk about Little Black Books. I share one with someone, I don't feel like posting on it right now :)
Tomorrow is my last day working for the MCI company. Am I sad? not at all. I am so thrilled to be getting out of there. I think I am going to throw myself a party. It will be nice to just sit back and relax for a little while. I will miss the nice pay cheque, but time is by far more important to me then money. I can handle this.
Anyways, I have nothing really to say. Things are going. I missed Margaret Atwood today, what I wouldn't give to see my favourite author do a reading in Burlington. Upsetting, very upsetting.
My house has been filled with music for the past week, not a moment of silence. This is supposed to create a peaceful atmosphere, this obviously depends on what is playing. I cannot relax to Vivaldi's Four Seasons. This is my favourite besides Pachelbel's Canon in D. I just feel like moving. Four Seasons doesn't put my mind at ease. Anyways, there is constant noise here.
I need to stop. This post is going nowhere important, and I need to close my eyes. I wish I felt like writing about happy things. I don't. I'm sorry.


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