that one lady at work who always got on my nerves.. remember? the one whose laziness was intolerable..

i was never nice to her.. i always copped a tude when there was an exchange of words between us.. which was pretty rare since i would try to avoid her. every little thing she did bugged the crap out of me. i don't know why.. i'd like to think it was all her.. but it wasn't.

i was talking to my boss when i got in this morning.. explaining that i would be in late next tuesday since i'm supposed to get that biopsy performed. as i was walking to my desk, my name is faintly uttered.. i turn around, and to my dismay it was her. whatever she had to say.. i wasn't interested.

she had somehow overheard..

"hey, angie.. i heard you talking to trish about your appointment".. i could feel my blood boiling. infuriated that she eavesdropped and even had the audacity to approach me.. i was ready to blow.. but she continued..

".. and i know that it's a very scary time for you especially since you have no idea what's going on. i just want to let you know that i've been where you are right now.. and my results actually came out to be the worst.. they diagnosed me with cervical cancer a few years ago. luckily, i'm okay now.. if you need someone to help you get through this, i'm here. i'm sure your results will be in your favor though.. but whatever happens, i'm here if you need to talk"..

i was speechless. the one person in my department who i could not stand -- something she was fully aware of.... i never knew she battled cancer.. and for her to offer her support like that considering the way i've acted towards her.. it really means a lot.. you just never know, man.. you never know.. i just hope.. i just pray that she's right.. that the test results will indeed.. come out in my favor.

i almost feel inclined to skip out on the appointment which is exactly in one week.. i'm scared terrified.

now that thanksgiving is done and over with.. i'm back on my diet/exercise regime.. hopefully. i didn't even really eat that much this past thursday. i spent half the day waiting at best buy with these mofos who had nothing else better to do.. (hahah, including myself).. seriously though.. the first person got there at 6am thanksgiving day. blah blah blah.. this was my first and last time ever participating in this nonsense. you know what sucked?? these asian families in front of us had their kids, grandparents, aunts, uncles.. everyone with them. why? because it's one per individual. WTF. the kids were no older than 12.. they should make it a rule, man.. 18 and older only. BS. i bet they made their money.. i didn't get my first choice item.. but hey.. i bought 3 laptops (two came with a printer).. kept one.. and sold the other two on craigslist and made $650 profit. but honestly, it wasn't worth it. 12 hours in the blistering cold.. i literally froze out there.. it was horrible.. (that's an understatement).. my friend got a 42 inch plasma for $899! i paid $1399 for that same exact tv a few months ago. that was a good deal. all in all.. i would have much rather spared myself from such torture.. =/ i suppose if we were a little better prepared like the man in front of us who had a stove, tent, laptop.. etc with him.. it wouldn't have been so bad.

windows vista sucks.. does anyone know how i can uninstall that and get windows xp??

i watched this on oprah last night..

When he was 12, Herman Rosenblat and his family were taken from their home in Poland and sent to a concentration camp in Nazi Germany. Young Herman was forced to work shoveling bodies into a crematorium. All the while he did not know if he, too, would soon be killed.

One day two years later, Herman walked up to the barbed wire fence and saw a girl on the other side. "She says, 'What are you doing in there?'" Herman says. "I said to her, 'Can you give me something to eat?' And she took an apple out of her jacket."

The girl fed Herman an apple every day for seven months. Then one day he told her not to come back—he was being moved to another camp. "A tear came down her eyes," Herman says. "And as I turned around and went back I started to cry, too. I started to cry knowing that I might not see her again."

Herman was shipped to Czechoslovakia. Just two hours before he was scheduled to die in the gas chambers there, Russian troops liberated the camp and Herman was set free.

Almost 15 years later, Herman was living and working in New York City. A friend set him up on a blind date with a woman named Roma Radzika. Herman says he was immediately drawn to her. When they began talking about their lives, Roma asked Herman where he was during World War II. "I said, 'In a concentration camp,'" he says. "And then she says, 'I came to a camp and I met a boy there and I gave him some apples and I sent them over the fence.'

"And suddenly it hit me like a ton of bricks. And I said to her, 'There was a boy? Was he tall?' And she said, 'Yes.' I said, 'And one day he told you not to come around anymore because he's leaving?' And she says, 'Yes.' I said, 'That boy was me.'

Roma and her family had moved from Poland to Germany, using forged papers to hide that they were Jewish. They lived on a farm next to Herman's camp, posing as Christians to avoid being captured. Roma says when she brought apples and bread for Herman, he used to say, "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Well, what can I tell you? I proposed right then and there," Herman says. "I said, 'Look, I'll never let you go anymore. … Now that we're free we're going to be together forever.'"

In 1996, on The Oprah Show stage, Herman and Roma gave Oprah a moment she'll never forget. Herman stood and addressed his wife: "Darling, you've fed me when I was hungry. You fed me when we were married. You fed me…until now. But now I'm not hungry anymore, and I'm hungry for your love!"

Since that day their love has continued to grow. Herman and Roma have now been married for nearly 50 years. He says he's learned a valuable lesson from love. "Every morning when I get up I say, 'I love you. I love you. I love you,'" Herman says. "And not only [do you say], 'I love you,' but you mean it."

Eleven years after their first Oprah Show appearance, Herman decides to honor his wife again—this time by getting down on bended knee. "Sweetheart, it was 64 years ago when I first saw you," he says to Roma. "My mother came to me and said to me, 'I'm sending you an angel.' And a couple of days later you appeared at the other side of the fence while I was in a concentration camp. Then in 1957, 14 years later, I had a blind date, and it was you. Now our 50th anniversary is coming up. With this ring, my dear, I pronounce my love for you forever. And as this ring has got no end, my love for you doesn't have any end."

beautiful.. talk about fate..

i received this link.

i'm afraid to click it.. so will someone check it out and inform me of its contents? i will give you a cookie.

warning, i do know that it's not work safe.

please share your discovery. thank you in advance.

i haven't worn a white pant/skirt/dress in a while.. i decided to today. i go to the bathroom to take a whiz.. and to my dismay.. my undies are spotted with dark red blood.. superb. i had to use paper towels for the time being until i can get to target during my lunch. everyone in this office uses tampons, man. dkjssghfd. i'm sorry, but the thought of having a plastic stick up my cooter for the whole day doesn't sound very appealing. i'd rather wear a diaper. hope it doesn't leak through the paper towels..

anyway, check out the link, yeah? and tell me what the heck it is so i can stop wondering.

and just as the canopy of morning frost coating the car's window defrosts.. he melts away.. right out of my life. i had tucked away that reality of our relationship in the depths of my mind.. that he was leaving. but, his presence.. his soothing voice.. his warm embrace somehow managed to bury it. initially when i had found out that he was moving -- something planned way before we even met.. i thought to myself that this.. us.. it was something that would remain insignificant.. after all, he was my rebound, and i was his. i'd make an effort to keep my distance to prevent unpleasant happenings. i should have walked away. and of course, it didn't play out that way. and just like a fairy tale that is robbed of its happy ending.. our story proves tragedy. circumstances can be so cruel sometimes..

i held on to that slim.. ever so slight possibility that he'd miraculously end up staying. that somehow.. somewhere along there.. his company would cancel all plans and arrangements of relocating him to a place far, far away. however, you can't interfere with the inevitable. though i continue to silently reiterate to myself that some things just weren't meant.. i wish there were an easier way. all our shared moments.. the ones that were thoroughly marinated in euphoria.. cannot compensate for this sorrowful goodbye.. not one bit.

Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
Can't you just let me be?
So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
Should have known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do

one week.. one week and the fog evaporates.. completely. out of sight, out of mind.. it's never been right before.. i hope it proves to be true this time.. hopefully........

guess who i'm going to go watch perform tonight?? DE LA SOUL! holla.

what are some subtle signs that a guy is gay? (a penis in the mouth, i'm sure i'll get the hint in that case.. so i meant to say subtle.. not obvious)..

i always thought men who had a lot of female friends would be a pretty good indicator.. or one who brags that he's had sexual encounters with her and her and her.. you know, like he's trying to prove to the rest of us that he's straight?.. input, please.

i can't seem to distinguish metrosexual from homosexual.

the california fires.. earthquake.. it's all a sign.. a warning to heed.. save yourselves.

wanderlei silva and chuck liddell are going to fight in december. this is a hands down silva victory. i guess, in a way.. liddell has something to prove at this point so he'll be putting forth everything plus more. therefore he might have a slim chance there.. but really.. silva is going tear him up. this is definitely a fight i am looking forward to.

twenty two years at midnight. funny how birthdays become more and more insignificant as i get older. i believe that the only time in my life where it will truly matter is when i have a family of my own. a husband and children to celebrate it with.. ah, yes..

do take a shot for me.

ABOUT TIME!.. omg, this is great news to me.. i've been following his story and for him to finally be released is

the end of the world is near. blasphemy? i say not. look around you.. it's all written in the Word.. the end of time is coming.. 

as much anxiety and fear that the mere thought of this stirs up.. it's a reality that we must all face.

better sooner than later..

"For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord." (Romans 6:23)

to cure this horrid hangover. ugh. drinking last night was a bad idea. the amount i consumed was a big no no. i'm also sleep deprived. i got in an hour of sleep.. if that.

i'm at work now.. miserable. suggestions for a remedy? i've been sipping on lukewarm green tea.. not helping. munched on a pretzel.. feel even more nauseated.. yelp.. additionally.. i'm having killer cramps..

cheez its.

yes. i inhaled a whole box.. and now i feel fine and dandy. thanks. =]

i was walking to my car. i stopped to admire the brand spankin new cadillac escalade that was parked across from mine. it was a beauty.

i proceeded to back out.. next thing i know.. i'm colliding with that immaculate vehicle. fuck me. i am a fucking retard. how did i not see that?? fuck. so i tracked down the owners.. in which i could have easily fled.. it was an old couple. that obese rude whore started to yell at me.. telling me that it wasn't an accident and that i was just being careless. i sucked it up and took it like a woman.. but it took every centimeter of what i had to refrain from popping her in her third chin. i was being totally calm and nice and yet she went off the deep end. hello? that's what we have insurance for. it's going to be repaired, you cuntface.

i am a fucking idiot. fuck. but because that car is so brand new.. 08.. the bumper is like plastic or something. so no dents. just a minor scratch. but noooo.. they're going to make a claim against my insurance. i could have just removed that scratch myself. assholes. my car though.. yeah.. it's pretty bad. i have a $500 deductible.. but that bad boy is going to cost at least $1500.. dksljhgfkjgfdhl.. i'm afraid to see my new premium at renewal now.. it's going to skyrocket i'm assuming.