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

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\"I felt just fine, I enjoyed the heck out of the whole process.\"

My boss said I have withering look on my face whenever I see him. I asked what it meant, and he points at the two dying plants in front of me: "A withering look is… like, look at those plants, you look at them, and it makes a plant wither." I smile, "I see, and here I thought us sticking Ibuprofen in the soil done it."

I was not lying.
Stan and I don't water the cacti because … yea.
Stan and I don't water the spider plant because we feed it unwanted coffee and from time to time Ibuprofen or other pain killers. It has to deal with us. The least we can do is to hype it up and then relieve the pain!

Stan is burnt out. He needs a vacation. Our long hours and tedious brain work is sucking the living and dying energy out of us. Consider our office a Black Hole. Once you go in, you don't get out. If you manage to get out… you get out at a different time a changed man.
He became distant, but that's normal when he is in a need of vacation. I don't consider it a warning sign. Call me a Na�ve Optimist.

He grabbed me by my hand and asked me to follow him. Still being obnoxiously annoyed at the fact that I want more of him and I'm not getting it, I strutted my stuff. It so happened the whole basketball team was outside. As soon as I came out, they stopped talking their "shootin' some hoopz" talk, looked me up and down and said: "That's some model's body on you!"
Normally, mind you, I would say something snappy or just call them rude douches, instead I didn't react at all. I gloated inside because even if Stan lost interest in me, even though I did not get a reaction I wanted (him beating the living shit out of them alls or just getting super mad jealous)*, at the very least I got a super hot compliment and he better suck it. Suck it, that all of them think I'm hot, and you didn't claim me.

I stared at my shoes the other day. There was a glittery stripe. I was mesmerized by the glitter, only to realize ten minutes later my shoes never had nor have a reflective stripe. I am going crazy. But then, just the sheer fact I realize this and can admit that I am going crazy, makes me sane. Ah the loopholes of life!

*He was mad. Although not as visibly as I wished.

1:29 a.m. - May 28, 2010

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