run like we have a day with destinyAh. So today. The day at work sucked. I made a shitload of phone calls. Just getting back from lunch I had 15 voicemails to listen to. The sad thing is that I'm not even customer service dammit. *sigh* At any rate, that's not what I wanted to blog about.
I wanted to blog about how boi crazy I feel lately. It's reaching a peak like I haven't seen since the days when I used to have to make top 10 lists just to keep my biggest crushes in some kind of order. I fall in love with men walking down the street as I'm driving by in my car. Sad, really. I'm convinced it's all the yaoi (and/or slashable) reading I've been doing.
Nailz and I got to flirt with 3 hotties at the photo store today. They were
perfect and beautiful. One had this dewy, perfect complexion with fair colored hair and blue eyes. *swoon* One of the others looked like he might be a big Weezer fan, so that won me over right away. They were playing with the night vision cameras--but they couldn't get them to work. I suggested they turn off the lights in the store and see if they worked better that way. It was really fun just flirting and joking with them. *dreamy sigh* Yup yup.
In other boy news, I have had enough of my insensitive quasi-ex. I call him my quasi-ex because we never really dated, though the feeling was there on both sides. I call him insensitive because he'll do this stupid little thing where we can be tentative friends and he refrains from absolutely gushing over his new (stupid) girlfriend when we're talking, but then he'll do something really stupid to rub my face in the fact that he's not even semi-interested in me anymore. I feel like yelling that I could give a fuck less if his new girlfriend is perfect (and I'm not), and that he's not interested. Because the truth is, if he were still slightly interested in me, I wouldn't be at all interested in him, but it's the fact that he doesn't have any interest in me anymore that drives me nuts. I don't know. I'm fucked up, but at least by admitting my faults I'm not completely ignorant of them. Anyway--the whole point of that spew was to say that we were chatting online today and when he brought something about his new girlfriend to rub it in my face (or could he be trying to make me jealous? *shock-u*), I blocked him. What a prick. Too bad AIM only shows that I'm signed out and not that I have purposely blocked him...But I don't want to play that game anymore. I'm done. I'm done with juvenile games. I don't want anything to do with them. Done.
I guess that's it. I don't have much else to say because I am tired from my day at work, and have still a lot to read in
Moby Dick by Thursday. Ciao!
Addendum 1 (11:20pm):Ever feel like this? --
"There are certain queer times and occasions in this strange mixed affair we call life when a man takes this whole universe for a vast practical joke, though the wit thereof he but dimly discerns, and more than suspects that the joke is at nobody's expense but his own."
--Beginning of Chapter 49,
Moby Dick, by Herman Melville
There are reasons that this is a classic. I'm telling you, what a great book it is. Humorous to the last drop!