a survey and some random babbling
10:23 a.m. x June 14, 2006
I have 37 minutes to kill before I can even think of leaving for work and I have nothing to do. (Well, I could clean, but who wants to do that?)
Here's a survey I grabbed off of MySpace with the intention of killing time on Diaryland.
Grab your cell.
01. What is the phone maker?
Nokia
02. What's the last 3 digits of your mobile number?
547
03. What does the 2nd message in your inbox say?
Get 1 year of service 4 less than $8.33 a month plus 200 bonus minutes. Enter promo code 54027.
(It's a tracfone)
04. Who's the first person who comes up under the letter M?
Michelle
05. Who's the last person you called?
Time and Temp
07. Who's the 2nd person who comes up under D?
Des
08. What does the last message in your inbox say?
It's a pager text with my mom's phone number on it.
09. Who's the 3rd person who comes up under J?:
nobody
11. Who's the 4th person who comes up under S?:
nobody
12. What does your banner say?
Silent
13. How many messages are currently in your inbox?:
26
14. What do you have as your background?
nothing
15. Who's the 2nd person who comes up under R?
nobody
16. Who's the 5th person under T?:
nobody
17. If you're on Pay as you Go, how much credit do you have?
37 minutes
18. Whos the first person that comes up under C?
Chrissy
19. How many bars of signal do you currently have?:
6. There's a total of 7 available.
Gee, that was... not fun. I have already done all the good surveys though. I still have 31 minutes to kill, and I'm dressed, clean, groomed, and packed for tonight. The kids are outside playing, and I don't want to get involved in anything on tv, for fear of falling asleep if I get too comfy. I already played an online game. It's official. I'm bored.
I used nair this morning for the first time in a long, long time. It smells a lot better than it used to but it still burns like it always did. I didn't get it all out of the crevices, even though I showered very thoroughly, and when I wiped a little while later, I was bleeding. I had to change my pants. I was going to wear jeans but they were too hard on the sore crotch, so I put on dress pants instead. It feels better now, but now I remember why I quit using it.
To think I thought it was just the smell I didn't like.