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Ruth is a full-time writer. Foodie. Happy camper. Wanders a lot. Used to have the worst taste in men. A reformed swipe-a-holic. Reviving her blog after its death.

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

Here’s to stating the obvious.


Everybody in the office is wearing similar shaped eyeglasses because they all got it from one optical shop. Why is that? Because it’s our annual check-up and because we have eyeglass subsidy to cover the expenses. The freaking ophthalmologists took advantage of that by telling my officemates that they need correction glasses when they don’t.


I’m 30-pound overweight. A health trainer in this gym that I’ve enrolled to has advised me against jogging on a treadmill because the impact of my excess weight on my knees won’t be so kind.


I’m addicted to this new online game that involves shady activities. I get to pimp whores, deal cards, produce coke, print fake money, attack other people, rise above the ranks.


I’m getting bored with school. The fact that I can’t wake up in time for a class doesn’t help either. I know I had never been a model student in college, but I was not a habitual late-comer either. It sucks! Sometimes, I feel like I constantly need to catch up with my lessons.


I can’t bring myself to hate the person who broke my heart. . .


. . . but his friend creeps me out.


I’m getting better with mind games.


All these things I’ve just written are a bunch of crap.