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

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Now that World Cup Is Done, Life Has Turned Back To Its Normal Boring Self. I Guess I Actually Have To Do Work At Work Now...

She stood next to me, watching me quietly as she was eating pulled pork.
I found the scene more disturbing than amusing.
Her boyfriend would announce to anybody who would listen that no matter what happened between me and him (NOTHING) and no matter on what terms we are on now (NO TERMS), I am always his favorite because of my bubbly personality and snappy attitude.
Yea. That describes me to a T.
If you asked me why I decided to go to this party when I RSVPed, I would�ve given you multiple reasons ranging from mass departmental treason, scientific observation of douchebagery in their douchebag habitat, gossip collection, just plain fact that World Cup was going on, and the douchebag numero uno was a good cook and I am there where free food is offered. If you asked me now why I went, I�d blame boredom and masochism.
I didn�t even eat any of the food.

*&^%$#@#$%^&*(
Stan is coming back tomorrow. I am excited. I am excited to see my obnoxious friend to be back. Also, I think I have enough of hanging out with my boss. Yea, boss overload. Him and hitting on me� that got old. Even for an attention whore like me. Thanks. But sometimes flirting is just so�. Tiring. Unless it comes with a make-out session from Stan. Oh god, why am I still stuck on that?
By the way, I love Ingmar Bergman. Seventh Seal?! Marvelous masterpiece. Fanny and Alexander?? A greatly fabulous drama. Depressing really, but so beautifully done.

That is all. Goodnight.

1:27 a.m. - July 12, 2010

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