Jacqui (jacqui) wrote,

Come on you guys, be kind and give it up for your pal Jacqui. What is your favorite image hosting service/site?

Oh man, dentist appointment in twenty minutes. I am so pushing being late. I've had so much dental work in my life that I've turned into this big phobic baby. My new dentist is very cool and new agey though.

Something is making heavy breathing sounds in my office. Sort of like a light sweeping sound. I heard this last night. What could it be? Must investigate... Hmmm, no clue. Not the ferrets, or the ratties or the chinchilla. Bunnies in the patio? The fountain? Oh speaking of chinchillas, yesterday I got signed off and couldn't get back on, I called my funky provider, shhhhh don't tell anyway...AOl, there I said it. I went through all kinds of silly things with them and then it hint me, duh, smack my head, the phone cord, sheesh. Little Mr. Chinchilla had busted out of his new cage and spent and wild night flitting about my office, in the course of which he chewed...the phone cord. Man one of those bunnies must have a serious case of bunny asthma. I'll have to go check on that.

Movie for my two and a half hour dental visit, Forces of Nature with Ben and Sandra. Should be entertaining enough and not something I care at all about so if it becomes associated with dental procedures, who cares. It's not like I'll be watching On The Waterfront or something I care about. Last time it was Sex and the City. I really have to go.

I'm exchanging my treadmill for a better model. My new/oldone was too flimsy i.e.; I'm too fat for it, sob, sob.
I cleaned out my office yesterday and found all kinds of things I'd been upset about missing. I found my photo book in the weirdest place, I'd been looking for it forever and thought a man who used to work for me took it. See how unfair it is to ever accuse any one of something you aren't certain they did. I didn't accuse him to his face but inwardly I was convinced he took it. When will I ever learn that lesson? Anyway I found my book and looked at some of my really old proof sheets I keep in the back for fun and when I was a size seven eight I looked so thin and I remember how everyone told me I was too fat and I believed them. How fucking sad. I remember when I weighed 126 or so, I think, (I'm 5'7") and my mother took me to a fat farm and told me I need to get to 117 which is what she at 5'4" had felt was her perfect weight. I thought of myself as fat from that point on and behaved accordingly. How sad.

Did I tell you that Beau was accused of beating up another kid at school by the principal and it wasn't him at all? Oh yeah I did, sorry.

I'm wearing Angel for the dentist. Well, gotta be nice to the man whose got the pointy tools in his hands. Okay me gots ta go.

Love you guys,

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