dictation's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Spring is in the air My horoscope in today's Globe and Mail: "The best way to avoid an unpleasant situation is to pretend it does not exist. Some might say that's a cop-out and maybe they're right but don't let that stop you." You can't beat astrology like that. I was cleaning out my work mail when I rediscovered this email from a colleague (who sent it to a few other people as well). Today is International Very Good Looking Damn Smart People Day, so please send this message to someone you think fits this description. Another colleague replied: Finally, the recognition we deserve. As VGLDSPs, we are generally quite low-profile, with the RUFSPs (Really Ugly Frighteningly Stupid People) sucking up all the attention. Today the sun shone, the wind blew heartily, and the fresh scent of sticky new pine wafted on the breeze. At noon I climbed two hills twice and for another day I've stuck to my dietary plan. I felt like a torch-carrying goddess - brimming with power and a smug pride - until I got home and found the building custodian (aka El Creepo) talking to my neighbours in the hall. He glanced at me. I grimaced and muttered "creep" under my breath; unfortunately loud enough for him to hear. I regretted it the second I did it because I don't want him to think he has any effect on me at all. I'd prefer him to think I'm indifferent. But he truly repulses me. And there's a little kid inside that can't help meanly sticking her tongue out now and then. I opened my door, entered my apartment and closed and double locked my door. Click, click. Take that el creepo. And then I wondered, why is it I allow such people to influence how I feel? Even for a split second. I can't seem to get used to the fact that creeps exist. But weirdos, perps, and jerks share this planet with the rest of us and I suppose it's something I'll just have to get used to. Ah the irony in horoscopes. I wonder what precious advice tomorrow's will bring. 8:30 p.m. - 2004-03-09 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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