Lord. I am so tired. It is 1:26 AM, grant you, and I am sitting here at the college...why you ask? Well...I went to help my dear friend Ashley, Purvis that is, paint her room. It is going to look so cute...it is this really nice blue, aqua color...LOVING IT!!! But yeah, so I told her I would earlier in the week...or last week I guess it would be, so I felt obligated and I left what I was doing here at work and went to help. Well I thought I would go and paint for an hour and come back and finish and go home. Not the case! I was there like 5 hours. We didn't get much done between the trips, TWO trips, to Walmart and the incident with the MOUSE...yeah...that was fun. But I had a good time. But I forgot about work and I had left everything on here so I am back to turn it all off, but of course, being there internet freak that I am...I have to check mail and post a blog and chat a little bit...you know...the usual.

Today was a good day at work. I got here and things started slow...Kevin was asleep as usual. The boy is ALWAYS asleep...which I usually don't mind. But today when I went in to ask Pete, my boss, a question...she was like, "Shhhh! Don't be so loud. Kevin is sleeping!" I thought...what...AND...wake him up...want me to do it? Like I gave two and half shits that the boy was asleep...this work...not the UnQuality Inn! Please...wake his ass up. Yeah...so that was fun.

Then I was sitting in her doing my work and Pete came in and took the girls into the hall...I thought they were plotting something...or talking about me...but then they came in with a birthday cake and candles...I was shocked. It was late, but she remembered nonetheless. I was so happy. And believe me, that cake, that chocolate cake with pecans...lord...it was SOOOO good. And it had 20 candles and one big one in the middle that played Happy Birthday. Isn't that sweet. She told me she got me a card, but it was raining and she would give it to me tomorrow...or today actually.

Then, she asked me and Whitney and Rachel and Kareem to go with her to pose in front of certain places on campus...Peterson Hall, Thrash Hall, The Gates, The Stadium...etc. So Whitney started complaining that she didn't look cute and so Pete took us all over to the bookstore and bought us SGC shirts. I picked out a really cute 3/4 length shirt that was grey with blue writing and sleeves...it was like $30...it was soo cute. So we put them on and went outside where it was like 32341234924094 degrees. I swear to you...I thought I was going to melt. The shirt was cute, but I realized that it wasn't really made for summer wear...it was more for like the dead of winter. Yeah. After we took the pictures she told us what they were for. They are making a calendar of SGC and we were the freaking models for the 12 months...that is cool I guess...but I am not really trying to be a model...so..Hmmm!

Then...and someone please tell me why this keeps happening to me! I was sitting in here, cooling off and doing putting the pictures on Petes I drive, so she could pick out the 12 she was going to send. I got tired and layed...lied...lay...whatever the fuck it is, I never use the correct form of lay...fuck it...down to take a nap. I was awakend to the sound of laughter coming from the other room...where Pete and the other workers were looking at the pics. My intuition...that is very good...told me that it was about me. So I went across the hall and Pete was like, "Did you hear what I said?" I was like "No! But I want to know what it was. It must have been funny!" She was like, "It is going to make you mad!" This was the same setup that Pepijn used to prepare for that disgusting ass comment that you may recall from a previous post. I was like...not again! So she said, "Whitney was just telling me that she was poking out her boobs and I told her that you were too and that you had her beat by a little bit!"

Yeah...so I don't if you know this or not, but people who are fat, for one, are usually a little sensitive about the issue of their fatness. Maybe some hide it better than others, but hey, they still don't like for it to shoved in their faces by people they call friends. So I wasn't as shocked as with Pepijn...it is no where near as bad...but I was still a little taken back by the fact that SHE had said it. She was like, "I know it was mean and I usually don't say things like that!" The reason it bothered me is because in order to work for Pete, you must listen to her rules for a good work environment. Her number one rule...the one she stresses the most is that she doesn't like anyone who tries to bring others down or says things to make them feel bad! I was thrown off by her comment...does she not follow her own rules?

It makes me wonder...why do people who try so hard to be nice and funny and make others happy always end up getting hurt or upset? I don't know...I suppose like my wise friend Samantha Burton says..."It is much easier to hurt someone that tries to make others happy!" That is true, I think. Who knows. I suppose I need to fucking loose this massive amount of ass that I am carrying around...God Damn...Obviously it is starting to intrude on other people's space. I don't mean to annoy others with my fatness...I thought everyone was ok with it...I guess not. So...look forward to a new and improved Jacoba Queenie coming soon!

So after that comment, I left and went and got some Fuji's Terriyaki Chicken...it was so good.

But yeah, that was my day...and it rained today and it is so hot and humid outside. I hate it!

I guess that is enough for now...oh, before I forget...I figured out how to put links to other people's blogs and livejournals...so if you want me to add you, leave you url and I will do it. Thanks and have a wonderful day.

Later Taters....NO...shit that is a carb....um, let me think....ok...Bye Pie...fuck...are there no salutations that rhyme with skinny food items...Lord. Adios...that's mexican...it works...there's lettuce on tacos.