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2003-07-19 - 1:52 a.m. |
Listening To:reviewed, and why i don't write more about work I was reviewed by OpalReviews. I lost big points on design� but I did much better than some of the others. She did make some good points on my design� there is kind of a weird stack of crap at the bottom, but that would be due to my somewhat sketchy grasp of HTML, particularly tables. And the carrots in the background causing some eyestrain� well, I guess she has a point. I know what it is I want for my design, I just haven�t been able to pull it off yet. Eventually, I want a solid pale orange background where the text is, and the carrot background all around it. I disagree with the carrots being cuter along the side of my diary, though. I like them where they are, although I would like them lined up a bit better with the text. I�m not sure how I feel about her saying that I am �not allowing full development of a topic�. I guess I�d have to say that in some instances, she�s got a point. There are times when I just sort of switch topics� mainly because I can�t go into too much detail on some things without giving too much away, and partly because sometimes it�s 3 freakin� AM before I update and I�m too worn out to really expand on my ideas. She didn�t like my Not a Hickey entry, either. I thought even though it was brief, it was entertaining. Oh, well. Can�t please everyone. I guess I should be glad that I didn�t decide to post pictures of the burn I got from having half a pot of black coffee down my pants last week. Speaking of giving too much away� Princess mentioned today that I don�t write about her in my diary enough. I said that I wasn�t going to write about anything that might possibly embarrass anyone, especially anyone at work. To me, that�s vital. I don�t mind people from work reading this and enjoying my anecdotes, but I don�t want to hurt anyone�s feelings. The last thing any of my crew needs is to come to this diary and read something horribly embarrassing that they asked me not to tell anyone. They especially don�t need for someone else to come and read this diary and then hear about it second-hand! That could, in my humble opinion, be even worse. I also have to keep in mind what the boss would say to me if I started to do such things! I�m likely pushing it as it is. I do write about work a lot, and not all of it is sunshine, roses, rainbows and lollipops. Not that I say anything really awful about my job, but I do complain a lot that I want to stay home with Oscar. Speaking of Oscar, he was pretty funny when I got home tonight. (How�s that for continuity, two paragraphs in a row leading into another.) I had his treat all ready, and he leapt into my lap to get it. He was wagging his little stub so hard I thought it might fall off� I swear that dog never even tastes his treat. When it was gone, he tried to get me to give him the little wax paper that it was wrapped in. I told him that it was garbage and that it wasn�t something good for puppies to eat, but I don�t think he believed me. Then the little brat stole my sock! I told him I was too tired to chase, and he seemed to understand� now he�s all sitting quietly by my chair. I�m going to have a cup of tea and then get to bed, I�m so tired. Reading: Wishing:
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