10.26.2006
So, I'm chillin' at work last night. It's a little later than I am usually here, but I have a lot to re-install on my new hard drive. And I get a text message. And I think "Ooo, is it a cute boy?" I look and, no. It's my boss. I have a conference call the next morning. Because that is the life I lead.
Right now this job would be a lot more bearable if I had a boy who cared about me/paid attention to me more than once every 2 weeks.
Update: I forgot to mention that the Kerry organizer from 2004, who I'm like In-Love-With, sent me an email yesterday with pictures of his wife and new baby. Why - why?
Right now this job would be a lot more bearable if I had a boy who cared about me/paid attention to me more than once every 2 weeks.
Update: I forgot to mention that the Kerry organizer from 2004, who I'm like In-Love-With, sent me an email yesterday with pictures of his wife and new baby. Why - why?