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Right before the holidays a coworker asked me why I didn't wear a Jewish star necklace. I told her that ironically I would love one but couldn't find the one I wanted. I came back to work and she slipped a present infront of me. I opened it and a beautiful Jewish star on a silver chain was there. I literally wanted to cry. She gave me something so sweet and personal... and I had dick to give back. I know it's not about receiving but damn.... I wish I had something to give her. The photo doesn't do it justice. There are little diamonds in each star point. *smiles* Thank you, LaResha!
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Posted by Diva on January 06, 2006 | Comments (0)
Saturday Jake and I got hair cuts. My friend owns a salon and is the best in town. He looked great (of course) and then it was my turn. I finally gave her the okay to cut my hair. It's been long for years (halfway down my back) and I needed a change. She happily chopped off 4 to 5 inches and asked if she could give me highlights. I've never had them so I said go for it. She talked of 'bold strips' and I nodded, not knowing what she meant. She covered my hair in tinfoil and I felt like some freak blocking alien mind probes. 20 minutes later she washed and styled it. I finally realized what she meant by BOLD strips. After putting on my best 'I love it' smile I walked to the car and stared at my stripes. Dude... This is going to take some getting used to. Jake said he loves it and I think it looks good the way she styled it. The only problem is that I wear my hair back (which shows the stripes more) and it's going to be curly when I wash it. The real verdict is ten minutes after I walk in the door. If I hear whispering, that means they hate it. *crosses fingers* Wish me luck.
When my camera first arrived we put it to the test. This is a shot of our street at night. You can see the screen but it's still a cool shot. I am having a ball with my new toy. :D
Today was a very blonde day for me. I was trying to get an .AVI video to work and Pos offered to look at it for me. I sent it to him and then got this: Pos: Diva What I did was send him the icon for the .AVI video. *sigh* Later on I was talking to Bane about how he was dealing with the impending Hurricane heading straight for him and tried to make him feel better. Diva: Did you get the tracking number for your birthday present that I sent? Yeah, I suck.... I walked into the kitchen this morning and stepped on something gooey. After my initial "ew" I got a wet paper towel to clean whatever it was up. It turned out to be the top of a Snickers bar wrapping with melted chocolate in it. There was even more on the counter. When Jake woke up I mentioned it to him. That's when it got creepy. He swears he didn't eat it. Mind you, he has sleep walked before and has a habit of talking in his sleep. I don't mind the talking in his sleep too much... except for the one night with the 'thing' under the pillow and his occasional yelling from nightmares. At least the Snickers was his. If it was mine he'd be a deadman. :p ....How come I always end up with the funky cherry cough syrup ones? I have rammed my elbow on the side of my desk so hard that that I saw white light. I have stubbed my toe at 3AM on a solid oak dresser. I made up cuss words it hurt so bad. But when I knocked a fresh cup of coffee off my desk onto the floor, you would of thought someone had died. That's when I realized how dependent I was on coffee. Not that I plan on cutting back. But it was like the life in me was slowly dripping away. We all have our addictions". I don't smoke, I've never tried any drugs and I only drink on occasion. But I love my coffee. I live for that first and second cup in the morning. People don't even talk to me until they peek in my office and see the bottom of my mug. I had one friend walk in and see my cup was full... her eyes got big and she slowly backed out of the office. You could almost hear her thoughts... "No sudden movements. Look casual. She can detect fear..." Smart girl. She'll live a long life. We decided to go to Black Angus last night so I could get my chicken fix. It was delicious. While trying to enter the freeway I had to merge with another lane. This bitch decided she wasn't going to let me in, so I rolled down my window, started making a scene and then cut in. She was so pissed that she rode on the shoulder to get two cars ahead of me. Yeah, that's mature. After 20 minutes I finally got my revenge by driving by her. She was stuck behind some slow ass truck, grinding her teeth. Karma: You gotta love it! Or so I thought... I started to crave this delicious chicken. They were buffalo chicken strips from heaven. It took me an hour to remember where the hell I had them. It's been a while since I had an actual craving, so I was determined to go to Black Angus and chomp on some chicken. Then... it rained. Most people might shrug and see no big deal. Those people don't live in Los Angeles. You spit on the road and cause a five car pile up. People just can't drive in the rain. It took us an hour to drive 2.5 miles. The traffic was insane. The only solace that I had was that I was almost home and they were stuck for at least another hour. Yeah, I'm evil like that. |
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