la politique des collègues

that up there is probably French so bad you're all laughing.
i have been "blessed" by the presence of two rather interesting beings lately. at work. supper's almost always entertaining not because of the fact that we seem to have so much to talk about but because of what they see. this is the land where a girl must have a boyfriend and should be slim. i have been asked if i am happy with life. if i am desperate for a relationship. i used to go to a school where there were lots of lesbians. you're not one are you? and pertaining to my weight gain back when in was 14, when did the disaster happen? to which i said oh honey, no no no, this, is not a disaster. of course i could have done the whole fabulous diva impersonation, but i was driving. amusing people, nonetheless. of all the 11 months i've been around, 'weight' seem to be one of their favourite topic. it usually consists of one or more of them complaining about gaining weight. ironically, this is most often done on the way out for a meal or over a plate of food.
do you blame me for being quiet at work?
on a lighter note, chicken's roasting in the oven and i have to get ready for work. primp and preen, baby. tonight will be a bore, but i'm fine because i have one side of the plastic cup and string telephone and you have the other. holler when you're alive. i <3 you. mmm... cookies...