One Paragraph...Because I'm Not Breaking It Up

I'm here. I'm alive. I've had dreams about Hillary and Obama. (Not those kind of dreams, pervs.)I have had the worse headaches. I thought I lost my baby at Macy's and went crying to one of the cosmetics girls only to find she was behind the Lancome counter with a sucker, happy as could be. She came out telling the girls, "there's my mom", pointing at me. I've been feeling stressed out work, which I hate. I wish people would just work and be cordial. I read an article about women in the work place. Actually it was a little blurb about a book that's coming out, anyway, it said that most co-workers are not your friend, most are backstabbing-phonies. I tend to agree with that statement at the moment. Brian told me he was my only friend at work. I told him he and Bert were my only friends at work. Bert is my friend. She gives good advice. So does Brian. I hope every thing works out. I have gone through my whole entire life believing things will work out and I'm having my doubts at the moment. I just want to be a nice, happy person. I like the lines people start to get around their eyes as they get older. I don't know why but I always look at people's eyes and notice the lines and I like them. I'm getting them. I'm also getting a pimple on my nose. Have a great weekend!