little miss

one day i'll actually take my camera out of my bag and use it to make a photo or two. i don't know when that day will be, but i will do it. i swear it shall happen. *sigh* i'm still tired as fuck and i'm sick of bitching about it, but when you're exhausted it's really all you can think about. tonight's my union meeting, so the best i can hope for is a quick resolution to this month's business so i can collapse before nine. i had really good intentions about getting to bed early last night, but then i started talking to the boy. and, well, you know how that goes. it's just a good thing he's been leaving early to go to work or i'd never get any sleep. i feel pretty cute today. too bad i'm wasting it on my co-workers. why is it my car seems to run better after i've washed it? is this a universal phenomenon or is it peculiar to my little p.o.s. car? i've been having wicked weird dreams lately. a couple nights ago, meghan left mark and was dating three different tall, blonde men i tried really hard not to like, but couldn't help myself because they reminded me of her brother. i couldn't help it, but i wondered if mark would consider me as his consolation prize. last night, a couple coworkers came to look at the an apartment i was thinking of moving to. it was horrible-ugly, but i kept telling them how much bigger it was than my old one. then we were out to dinner at some fancy restaurant with famous people all around and when it came time to pay the bill everything got all fubared and i was afraid we would get arrested for not having enough money to pay. yeah, i know. i'm weird. it's a good thing i have so many other redeeming qualities! *snarf*