Saturday, May 10

Comments

Hey everyone-I just wanted to thank u all for leaving
comments.You are all quite funny. Thank you also to
those of you that have signed my guestbook. I just sat
here reading through them all and they made me laugh.

xxx The Donut

Thursday, May 8

I work with all guys. This is weird.

Clothing Update

As a result of yesterday's level of uncomfort
I've decided to go easy on myself. Today I
am wearing black cozy pants, a black velvet
hooded sweatshirt, puma sneakes and giant
hoop earrings. I feel like J-Lo.

Wednesday, May 7

Pants From Hell

If there were pants that people were forced to
wear in hell, I not only own them but I am currently
wearing them right now. These pants are leftovers
from a time when my life wasn't good and I was
stressed and weighed about 70 lbs-not really but
close. Why I thought I could squish into them and
wear them today I am still not quite sure. All I know
is that when I unbutton them to pee there is a giant
ring around my belly not unlike a ring one would
find after wearing a rubber band on their wrist
all day. The pants are cutting off my circulation.
They ride up my crack when I walk and at lunch
I totally lost a button. May I never EVER wear
these pants again.

Poor Guy

Today I made the 19 yr old guy intern carry my
broken office laptop to the computer store in a
pink, 'Hello Kitty', purse/bag. It was the only bag
we had. Oops.

Tuesday, May 6

Dick Clark is Lying To Me

When I flip the channel and catch the end of Dick
Clark's '50 Years of TV Bloopers' and Dick Clark
says, 'And here's to 50 more years of TV bloopers!'
does he really mean it?

Cinco De Nightmare

Me and three cactus pear margaritas with salt
on a Monday night can never be a good thing.
Tequila makes me crabby.

Monday, May 5

Cinco De Mayo

One time I wished my mother 'Happy Cinco
De Mayo' and she said, 'How do you know?'

Note to Spaced Out Family of Four

If you choose to stand an inch from the cash register in
a tightly packed, bustling cafe in midtown to read your
map and within two minutes seven, overly stressed New
Yorkers ask you if you are 'on line', maybe it's best you
take this as a sign to relocate the family to another
location. Just a thought.


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