Seriously....you could be my mini me.
So I'm confused.
I don't understand what I'm doing with the boy.
I had an absolutely awful dream last night.
So he used to date the daughter of one of my employees. So in the dream Angie and I were driving around. And we ran into said employee. (It is noteworthy at this point to mention my employee was born in Michoacan Mexico and has a very thick accent.) He said something about driving across the street to see what was really going on. There was no front on the building. I could just see right in. The boy was sitting at a tall counter against the wall with some girl with gross hair. Then I noticed a girl with hella make up on. I said something like who's that girl with all that make up. And my employee says, "That's my daughter."
Then there are tears and Angie is driving. Then we're in our house, though it wasn't our house. And the mom, daughter and my employee are there. They explain to me that he was never mine or hers and that now I just had to get over him because it would never work out anyway. He could never be good.
Then I go to see my friend at the Harley shop. Said friend is the security guard from work. I tell him what happened and he reminds me of the friends I have in HA that would take care of the boy. I agreed that I remembered them though I never wanted to hurt him I just wanted him back, to be mine.
Then I was outside. I saw some bikers come out and I bummed a cigarette. We started talking about whatever and slowly more bikers started coming out. One of the guys gave me another cigarette and when I retold the story of finding the boy with another girl I broke it when I clenched my fist. This big red haired biker made some comment on my cleavage and I realized I was wearing a really low cut shirt.
After that I think I woke up. But I woke up wondering if it was real.
My doctor just prescribed some pills to help me sleep.
Last night on my way to work something had been hit in the road. And there was a HUGE puddle of blood on the road and then there were pieces drug along the road and then there was a bloody hulk of something laying on the side of the road.
Coupled with the fact that I got into a screaming match with a cook in Canning and the fact that I haven't actually spoken to said boy since Monday morning I think I'm going to crack.
I'm leaving for down south next Friday but I'm working day shift all next week, which means I won't see said boy AGAIN for a long time.
I am not happy.
I don't understand what I'm doing with the boy.
I had an absolutely awful dream last night.
So he used to date the daughter of one of my employees. So in the dream Angie and I were driving around. And we ran into said employee. (It is noteworthy at this point to mention my employee was born in Michoacan Mexico and has a very thick accent.) He said something about driving across the street to see what was really going on. There was no front on the building. I could just see right in. The boy was sitting at a tall counter against the wall with some girl with gross hair. Then I noticed a girl with hella make up on. I said something like who's that girl with all that make up. And my employee says, "That's my daughter."
Then there are tears and Angie is driving. Then we're in our house, though it wasn't our house. And the mom, daughter and my employee are there. They explain to me that he was never mine or hers and that now I just had to get over him because it would never work out anyway. He could never be good.
Then I go to see my friend at the Harley shop. Said friend is the security guard from work. I tell him what happened and he reminds me of the friends I have in HA that would take care of the boy. I agreed that I remembered them though I never wanted to hurt him I just wanted him back, to be mine.
Then I was outside. I saw some bikers come out and I bummed a cigarette. We started talking about whatever and slowly more bikers started coming out. One of the guys gave me another cigarette and when I retold the story of finding the boy with another girl I broke it when I clenched my fist. This big red haired biker made some comment on my cleavage and I realized I was wearing a really low cut shirt.
After that I think I woke up. But I woke up wondering if it was real.
My doctor just prescribed some pills to help me sleep.
Last night on my way to work something had been hit in the road. And there was a HUGE puddle of blood on the road and then there were pieces drug along the road and then there was a bloody hulk of something laying on the side of the road.
Coupled with the fact that I got into a screaming match with a cook in Canning and the fact that I haven't actually spoken to said boy since Monday morning I think I'm going to crack.
I'm leaving for down south next Friday but I'm working day shift all next week, which means I won't see said boy AGAIN for a long time.
I am not happy.