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So yea I got pissed off and told him to rot in hell. And then he signed off. Okie.
Well I was going to call him and try to push the arguement a little further... maybe to resolve it.. but more likely to just piss him even more till I was satisfied.
But no.. I told myself.. deal with this and you will be stronger. Don't cave. Turn that phone off dammit. I did. I listened to Gay Bar by Electric six and tried to do that english accent thing too.... I was pretty good... Girl I wanna take you to a gay bar.. gay bar...
I told myself I have a big day ahead of me tomorrow.. managers from New Jersey.. a lot of people that are waiting for me to impress them... booking flights/hotel for my boss and I to go on a business trip next week.. all before 9 am. A day full of meetings and office politics. So I'll just read tonight.
Well he gets back online and asks if I'm done being lame. I was going to tell him to go to hell (no. that would be repetition).. to go fuck himself (too generic) .. that I have a big day tomorrow and I don't want to deal with him.
But then I realized that big days at work don't mean much compared to the heart.
So there his little box sits.. unanswered....
God damn aim.... curses upon this wreck of a communication system.
Why do we have to run circles around love?
Well I was going to call him and try to push the arguement a little further... maybe to resolve it.. but more likely to just piss him even more till I was satisfied.
But no.. I told myself.. deal with this and you will be stronger. Don't cave. Turn that phone off dammit. I did. I listened to Gay Bar by Electric six and tried to do that english accent thing too.... I was pretty good... Girl I wanna take you to a gay bar.. gay bar...
I told myself I have a big day ahead of me tomorrow.. managers from New Jersey.. a lot of people that are waiting for me to impress them... booking flights/hotel for my boss and I to go on a business trip next week.. all before 9 am. A day full of meetings and office politics. So I'll just read tonight.
Well he gets back online and asks if I'm done being lame. I was going to tell him to go to hell (no. that would be repetition).. to go fuck himself (too generic) .. that I have a big day tomorrow and I don't want to deal with him.
But then I realized that big days at work don't mean much compared to the heart.
So there his little box sits.. unanswered....
God damn aim.... curses upon this wreck of a communication system.
Why do we have to run circles around love?