June 23, 2004 - 1:32 PM

Planty is dying and I blame nobody else but myself.

I stopped talking to him and I think I mighta forgot to water him once or twice.

I don’t put him in the sun anymore.

One whole stem is black and shriveled up.

Sorry Planty. I am killing you softly.

And my boss just said I looked like a tramp…but in a good way.

I think it’s the heels with the tight Capri jeans and feminine shirt that shows just a bit of the tops of my dirty pillows.

(I’ll give you a high five and a make out if you can tell me where this quote is from: “Everyone can see your dirty pillows", "They're called breasts mama")

She said that…”You look trampy today….but in a good way.”.

I said, “You’re a bitch…but I mean that with the best intentions.”

She laughed on the outside. I hope she laughed on the inside.

Lookit my cool SpongeBob ring.

It hasn’t broken yet.

And I don’t even like SpongeBob exactly, but I like this ring.

It does in no way kick the ass of my Ninja Turtle Ring (RIP), but it will do for now.

Boss update. (shes a female boss btw). I ran into her by the copy machine and she said, “You’re not offended that I called you trampy are you?” and I said, “No.” and she said, “It’s just you look so girlie today. I’m not used to you wearing heels like that.” And I said, “It’s cool.” And then she tried to mack on me but I slapped her ass bad-girl-HARD and said, “Down Bitch!” and she chilled out and I said, “We’ll just forget that ever happened.”

I think I have a strong case for sexual harassment. Although I think she might have one too considering that when we shared a suite in Vegas I asked her if she could wear her cop uniform for me and we could play high school girl out after curfew meets pervy policeman.

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