Because It's Better To Be Irrational With Me Than Rational With Someone Else

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It was all sexy and all, me with my mouth open and Stan about to feed me gummy worms. But as sexy things go, our boss has the knack for walking in at the best times. And he walked in on me with open mouth in front of Stan. Silence enveloped us. It was the boss that broke the silence… again: "Whoa, was that awkward or what?! But you know what would've been more awkward?? If you (Stan) were feeding her and I walked in on that. Hell, that would've been … weird." And then he walked away.
"Yea, he's going to fire us." Stan states and feeds me some more worms.
With his fingers down in my mouth and worms coming out of my mouth, the boss walked in again: "Ah yes, I forgot to tell ---[he notices us]--- youuuuuuuuuu… I will leave you two alone. " And he walked away.

In other news, yesterday this lovely fool pulled me towards him stating that the whole Saturday is me and him day. He was rather clear that I should not make any other plans. I agreed, hugged him, and the moment he left I made "back-up" plans for that Saturday. Flower show in the morning, "Alice in Wonderland" in the evening. Shopping in the middle. Today someone was confirming bowling at night-time on Saturday. Stan flipped. "Told you not to make plans! I own you on Saturday!" I explained that knowing what flake he is, I made back-up plans. He was mad, but hugged me, got me coffee. Gave me a back massage.

We are not dating.

I will be taking new meds soon.

12:41 a.m. - March 05, 2010

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