10:11 a.m. on 2001-12-21
The Hawkins rejection

I think I'm currentlt undergoing one of my longest dry spells, in relation to Diaryland, that is. Yet, it must be contagious. All my other d-land friends have other things on their minds. Maybe I need to get back to the point when I started writing this diary. It's been over a year now. Anyway, last nite at work, I bought Hawkins a gag gift-a can of 9 lives for his cat he's always talking about. He looked at me, and with complete disgust said, "Everyone knows Tina eats Friskies." Then he threw the can back to me. Sorry Hawk. But I ain't the little buggers vet, so how would I know. Regardless, it's been pretty decent at work lately. No friction, no problem. I'd love for Romi, Kristen and Mel to do guest columns for me while I'm away. I'm such a fucking gimmick, aren't I?

in the slammer - up for parole