Utterly Baffled
Unrelated: I don't even know where I stand with this guy.
How annoying is this? Thanks, ambiguous guy #1.
Work was eventful, we had a party of 40 drunken business men who enveloped us into their room, dubbing us the Gods of Beer.
How I became a God of Beer in one night, not sure. Could have been because I was holding the tray of beer.
They ordered like over 100 beers!
Their bill was 1,500!
Jesus.
Coworkers were no more or less flirtatious than they always are. They keep grabbing my face.
One of them seems to enjoy scaring me a lot.
He also picks on me quite a bit. He looks kind of like a villain, like a movie villain.
The other one is very cute, and he likes to pet my head and squeeze my face.
Not sure what that means. I actually had a dream that I kissed him a while ago. Not sure what that means either, but it's very bothersome, to say the least. Especially when he gets near me and stares at me with those silly, brown eyes of his. I always remember that dream. Amazing how everything resides in the mind. Thanks, dream.
He also likes being called "oppa" which is cute, and doesn't surprise me.
They are flirtatious in a very interesting and impressively covert way.
The man we affectionately dubbed "stalker man #1" followed me into work from the Herald Square station and stood there awkwardly for about one hour and a half, coming over every 15 minutes or so, trying to coax me from behind the desk. I'd just be like "pshaw" and ignore him, but it was irritating to say the least. That's why I appreciate covert flirtatiousness rather than overt obsession. Thanks, stalker man #1.
Stalker man #2 is actually wheelchair bound, which makes the situation interesting. He comes every weekend to see me. That's nice and everything, but I really wish he'd stop sending his paid prostitutes over to me, trying to convince me to have coffee with him. The prostitute part of that equation really isn't helping, stalker man #2.
Towards the end of the night, when people are fucking eachother in the rooms, everything in existence reeks of vomit, and people have done poured all manner of liquids on, around and on top of everything and myself, I only have one last thing left to say to all you insane people out there:
GO THE FUCK HOME! AND GO TO BED.
Fly (My Baby) Even if love leaves you behind
Fly, fly get em up high...
Fly, even if you’ve got nothing
You Can Fly, even if love abruptly leave you behind
You Can Fly, even when you’re suffocating from pain.
Epik High, Fly
God bless the soul, divine festival
Let this cold rainstorm resurrect the soul
Eternal sun, dance with the infernal one
To the rhythm of the heart, universal drum
What you become is what you were destined to be
Your cold blue lips are confessin' to me
Be my infinite true wife
Death is the start of a new life.
Epik High, SpiderWeb
Getting all my thoughts out in a journal format is becoming very helpful in coping with all my feelings which usually compound into massive stress and confusion. Writing it out like this makes everything so much more manageable, even if I only record about half the story.
Moving Out:
Pros:
I'm getting an amazing two story loft in the upper east side for 1/1 thousandth of what it's actually worth.
I'd be living with some nice folks from Hunter, and we'd have the huge apartment to ourselves.
Not that I don't have enough freedom anyways, it just seems like such an amazing offer, I don't want to pass it up.
You wouldn't find a deal like that in the city once in a hundred years, for real.
Cons:
It seems like an unnecessary expense, when I already have a place I can live for free.