  I just ate the biggest peanut m&m I've ever seen. The peanut wasn't that big but that's okay. The candy coating and chocolate shell was huge. And mighty tasty. I have 48 minutes left of work. And three mediocre sized m&m's left.
Whatever shall I do?!?!?! It's still okay. I have a green one, an orange one and a blue one. It's really weird. They look kind of cool sitting on a sheet of white paper. Cause, you know, the colors are so bright and the paper is white so...yeah.
Sorry. I'm just really bored. I want to nap. 45 minutes to go. Oh no!! Something happened to my orange m&m.
I think I ate it. I'm ashamed now. Wow, that made a lot of difference. Now the other two just look blah. It was the orange one that was making it look cool. What have I done!
Anyway. And another one bites, and another one bites, another one bites the dust. No more blue! 42 minutes left. I think I need a fashion makeover. Ooh!
ooh!! I talked to Tammy last night about this, I think my biological clock is broken. It ticks normally for a while then it just stops. Then it shakes and ticks once, then shakes some more. Then it's normal again. I think I need a penis.
One of my very own. I will love him and hug him and call him George. Unless his name isn't George. And I'm pretty sure I wont love him. At least not in the brain malfunction-y kind of way. In more of a physical sense.
33 minutes. I can't wait until I'm famous. Then I can finally marry Mel Gibson. And sleep with Johnny Depp. The Depp. Them will be the days!!
You know, I never really liked Johnny until I saw Don Juan DeMarco(??? ) like, 6 months ago. I still don't know what Robin sees in Tom Cruise. He's okay. Nothing special. I think I'd have to pass up the oppurtunity to sleep with him.
*whispers* he's short. But James Marsters, you know even if he was 5'5 I'd find a way. I love him. Not as much as I love Mel Gibson, but it's love all the same. I don't love Johnny. I just like him a lot.
I could miss a movie he was in. But not Mel or James. 23 minutes. I'm still sleepy. The phones have stopped ringing. Nevermind.
This really happened today, I thought it was humorous. I kept it to myself though. Until now. (slightly one sided. ) Me - SC Johnson this is Thalia. Him - murr murr murr.
Me - I'm sorry??? Him - murr murr murr. Me - Um...Escort Services? Him - Yes. Me - I... don't... understand. Him - murr murr murr.
murr murr. murr. murr murr murr. Me - Ohhhhh! Export Services!! Ha.
Him - (dead silence) Me - Sorry. (click) 11 minutes left and now I'm done. 
