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I'm pissed about something, and I'm wasted. Beleive it, or not?
You know, I'm something of a raging idiot when it comes to some things. A detractor of mine recently referred to me as a "fucked up moody bitch". While I don't give credence to the ravings of some weirdo, I must confess that such a statement is not without a whispering of truth.
Translation: Yeah, I'm crazy. So?!?
My hot hot boss went to the singles thing at work. Firstly, let me just say that I accept the fact that where he goes is none of my business. Let me also add that I realize that my emotional level here is not unlike a regular stalker, but I assure you I'm not. Between 7:30 and 10:15, I made two calls to work to see what was going on. Then I received 3 calls, updating me on what else was going on. I won't bore you with the details, but my co-worker actually said to me "Man, you better get up here". I didn't go up there, but I thought about it. I started drinking instead.
This is the point where one might expect me to rave about how men suck and they expect women to be crazy good looking and oh, I feel so inadequate and all that crap. But I don't do that, not really.
I do feel though, that I am a bright, funny, compassionate and fascinating person. Certainly, I am the kind of person that I'd want to hang out with if I were into intelligent conversations and just generally having a laid back, fun time. So why, when someone could spend quality time with the likes of me, would one seek out random women in public places to trade phone numbers with. And All lookism aside, I think that's fucking weird.
And for the record, I would not ever want to date, kiss or otherwise be romantically entangled, with said boss. I find him fascinating and attractive, like a muse. But in real life, I'm not even into guys like that.
In my mind, he is one of those ideal types...a romantic sort of figure of what it would be cool if men were really like.
Because honestly, he's not that great. In real life, he's kind of a knobby pretentious, cowardly guy who can't communicate very well and is terrifed of confrontation with anyone he'll ever have to face again.
So in many ways, most ways in fact, my attraction to my boss is pretend, the kind of pretending that makes for great fiction writing. And he really is very attractive...dont' you think?
You know, my life is pretty sucky and boring, so I live inside my head a lot more than I used to. Hopefully, I'll be able to transfer all this nice pain and rage into a beautiful novel that will live on long after I die.
Unless I don't feel like dying, in which case i'll just make indie films.
Translation: Yeah, I'm crazy. So?!?
My hot hot boss went to the singles thing at work. Firstly, let me just say that I accept the fact that where he goes is none of my business. Let me also add that I realize that my emotional level here is not unlike a regular stalker, but I assure you I'm not. Between 7:30 and 10:15, I made two calls to work to see what was going on. Then I received 3 calls, updating me on what else was going on. I won't bore you with the details, but my co-worker actually said to me "Man, you better get up here". I didn't go up there, but I thought about it. I started drinking instead.
This is the point where one might expect me to rave about how men suck and they expect women to be crazy good looking and oh, I feel so inadequate and all that crap. But I don't do that, not really.
I do feel though, that I am a bright, funny, compassionate and fascinating person. Certainly, I am the kind of person that I'd want to hang out with if I were into intelligent conversations and just generally having a laid back, fun time. So why, when someone could spend quality time with the likes of me, would one seek out random women in public places to trade phone numbers with. And All lookism aside, I think that's fucking weird.
And for the record, I would not ever want to date, kiss or otherwise be romantically entangled, with said boss. I find him fascinating and attractive, like a muse. But in real life, I'm not even into guys like that.
In my mind, he is one of those ideal types...a romantic sort of figure of what it would be cool if men were really like.
Because honestly, he's not that great. In real life, he's kind of a knobby pretentious, cowardly guy who can't communicate very well and is terrifed of confrontation with anyone he'll ever have to face again.
So in many ways, most ways in fact, my attraction to my boss is pretend, the kind of pretending that makes for great fiction writing. And he really is very attractive...dont' you think?
You know, my life is pretty sucky and boring, so I live inside my head a lot more than I used to. Hopefully, I'll be able to transfer all this nice pain and rage into a beautiful novel that will live on long after I die.
Unless I don't feel like dying, in which case i'll just make indie films.