Thursday, June 6, 2002 11:11 p.m..

Hmmm�I just checked my stats and saw that someone from where I work checked my diary today at 4:17 pm. That actually kinda scares me. Oh well, I guess if it was anyone who has a serious power over me, I�ll be hearing about it on Monday.

However, I�m really hoping that�s not the case.

Sometimes I�m really stupid about the internet at work. I guess that at any time, the department whose job it is to watch what everyone is doing on the internet can pull up exactly every website that you visit and exactly how much time is spent on the internet. This is not good in my case. I�m not as in as bad of shape as this one dude that is probably getting fired for pulling up porn at work.

Don�t ask how I�m on this gossip train.

Yeah, I don�t really get it either, why on earth would you ever pull up porn when you know you are being watched? I�ve heard horror stories about people immediately getting walked out for pulling up pornographic material. You�d think that most people would have better common sense than that.

Ugh�I seriously hope that the stat means nothing�

Actually, I�m kinda angry at my friends right now. Maybe I�m being unreasonable in my expectations, but I know that if any of them were in the situation I was in�whew�.

Ok, let me explain.

I was in a nasty car accident exactly a week from today. And until today, I did not have a car. With the exception of Tuesday, in which I attempted to go to work, I have been home. Not a single on of them has offered to stop by and keep me company if only for an hour or so. Not one has offered to take me out anywhere. I�m not saying that they would refuse if I had asked, but it almost seems kinda asinine to have to ask.

I know that if the roles were reversed, that I would have been there.

I don�t understand why my mother has to go through my room. I�ll come in here and things are moved around. I don�t really care if the room is a mess and she doesn�t like it; it�s still my room. I can keep it the way that I want. It�s annoying to have to spend ten minutes looking around for an object that she thought had a better place somewhere else. THIS IS NOT YOUR STUFF! DO NOT MOVE IT!

I�m a big girl, and I should be able to keep my room the way that I want to.

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