jelly is sticky

Third day in a row.

I'm eating my peanut butter and jelly sandwich today, like I do everyday. This particular sandwich has too much jelly between the pieces of bread. It's getting everywhere. I've had to wipe jelly off my mouse, lick my finger and wipe again. That's how disgusting this stuff is. I have considered eating my sandwiches without using my hands but The Girl Who Doesn't Like My Laughing will probably complain. Either way I look at this, my lunch will never be the same.

The Roommate bought a big TV last night. I beat him at video game hockey and it was a sweet victory. He should probably get rid of this TV and try again with an even bigger one.

The sticky is on my forearms because I am typing. My work day productivity is now ruined. I will only copy and paste words for the remainder of the day.

What southeastern state was the last to return to the Union after the Civil War.

Last entry's answer was Japan.

the sticky is everywhere

Congrats to the younger sister. She got a new job and I'm highly jealous. Utah will now have a new ski instructor. I'm pretty sure she will be calling her favorite brother for advice and ski tips. I now know for a fact that I can ski better than at least one paid ski instructor in the Rockies. Her new job also has it's perks for me. This means more skiing, more spending of money, and more time off from work. I knew buying those new skis was a great investment. Watch out snow, here I come.

I screwed up my orange today. I always cut it with the key chain pocket knife into four sections. Today I cut it wrong. What the heck was I thinking. Now peeling it just made a big mess and I got orange juice everywhere. My desk will be sticky for days now. All my friends at work will probably leave me and I will become extremely bored with myself. Stupid orange. And it wasn't even that good. It was warm.

The phone on my desk is positioned all wrong. Every time I open the draw the phone cord gets in the way. It may seem pointless but it drives me nuts. I should probably put in a request for a cordless phone. Then I could carry it around on my hip or something like that. I would feel hip then.

Dang hands are all sticky. Arms are sticky from typing. Keyboard is sticky. I really hope this sticky doesn't follow me into my my car/truck/suv and then home.

I have nothing more. I'm only wasting space with this small paragraph. This is probably the only time that I have ever wrote a paragraph and told the whole truth.

Plainview: Now run along and play, and don't come back.
-There Will Be Blood

What war lasted from June5, 1967 to June 10, 1967?

Last entry's answer was Delta. I will never repeat another question.