|
16:44 - Sept. 30, 2003 counselling makes me think of a happy bunny phrase - it's all about me. deal with it. so tuesdays at 5 are the new black. or something like that. haven't told work yet. maybe i'll write my evil boss a memo. last night as we left the building together (SO unintentionally) he decided to tell me he doesn't like my hair as much as he did before. This coming from a man who is BALD. The day I want his opinion about my hair or anyone else's is the day I ... I don't know, it's just not going to happen. He makes me so sweary. I walk away mumbling curses about a wankysweatpit-jizzstain-bastard and generally full of rage. I thought about telling Justin the url to this. It feels a bit easier than having to relive all the emotional stuff and crying in his office. Me and G talked about how sometimes we think something and then wonder if we really meant it. Like, now I'm not sure if telling Justin the url would be easier, or if actually I might enjoy spending an hour talking about myself and crying once a week in the privacy of someone else's room. Oh i don't know.
|