Honestly, I think walk around with a sign on my head that reads either, "soy estupido" or "Lastimeme, yo no cuidan." And for those of you espanol majors out there, I know I don't use the accents, they eff up my html, so boo whore. Back to my useless life. I know I am egocentric, I thought that was why you read, it's obviously why I write.
Yesterday, the good little boy traveled to work at 7:00am hoping to discover the meaning of life, for he was always looking. At work he found wonders of coffee and a shoulder he could cry on, however he had forgotten his lunch and gold fishees. You see he had just gone to bed at 5:00 that same morning (The moral of this part of the story is he got to work on time). From being too drunk and playing the role of Meredith Grey. Quickly he left
Interuption: in todays news, my boss just pasted through and I gave her an update, and she just ask me if I was talking to her. She appologized and said she wasn't even listening...and my response was, right now, no one I want to listen is, so why should you be any different...pity party of one...dear diary, right, well that is what this is.
Quckly he left for class answering a text from BJ, who hopes he has a good day after such a crazy night, U 2, said Lestat who doesn't mention the fact that he is a bit put off BJ didn't sleep in the bed last night. 2 classes later and Lestat finds out that BJ texted are you mad? No I am not Aron asshole. but Lestat ends up going to his work to see him, Lestat validates this by buying a bday present for his niece. He is so clever. After shopping and eating, it's on to rehearsal and then to grey's anatomy where our hero spends the whole night crying and texting BJ who is "talking to his boyfriend online." We end the night on the phone. So, I am the other woman, and I am just waiting for him to leave.
Fast forward to a conversation with Jake. I know he's a player, but I am not going to see him. I am not going to go out with him this week...
and I relize, I am only trying to convense myself.
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