Oh by the way shut up I don't want to hear what you have to say either. You missed your bus, you blah blah blah do you even wait for a response when you talk to me no you don't want when I talk to you you ignore me unless it's an e-mail and you actually have to stop and read it.
So now you have another problem. I'm sitting here playing dumb because being smart isn't getting me anywhere. Like your stupid partner who was telling me the wrong way to do something while I was trying to do it the right way and of course my way was the right way. Get me out of this hell hole.
Oh and to the other Mr. Stupid it isn't SE VILLY... you know the place in Spain or as the Barber of.
I was just listening to the news. Some dog was rescued and is in a shelter. The dog almost died from heartworm and the vet put it on Viagra which presumably saved its life.
Since it costs $10 a day (the dog needs it twice a day) the shelter is asking for men to donate one pill each to give the pooch a six month supply. (I kid you not go to CBS.com to contribute.) A FUCKING DOG WHO ISN'T EVEN USING THE PILLS FOR FUCKING??EXCUSE ME FOLKS. I HAD TO PAY $125 FOR 10 OF THOSE DAMN PILLS (SINCE INSURANCE DOESN'T COVER IT) AND IT AIN'T FOR MY POODLE!
Our moronic receptionist is paging my boss who isn't in the office. Since she always has her head down on her desk, is looking into her mirror plucking stray hairs (gross but true) or just not paying attention she never knows who is here and who is not. Usually I tell her when she's said my bosses name for the 10th time but today I just letter her drone on " Mr. Brown, Mr. Brown, Mr. Brown*. I am in such a bad mood. Waiting to get my period, bored, unhappy about the overall experience with my dentist. First they cancelled my surgery and now they won't give me any more pain killers while I wait with a throbbing tooth (for a week) because they can't prescribe any more "narcotics" like they've already given me a store house (not). Give me a fucking break. Why is it that so many people who work in doctor/dentist's offices treat you as if you were a common criminal when you want painkillers. Like I'm going out to sell them in the street maybe. I am so shit sick of every one and every thing right now.
*real name not used which is too bad because my boss has a very funny sounding last name
It makes me feel sad for the life of restaurant reservations, travel, being treated like a princess. You made me feel that way so long ago but I couldn't hold on to you. Responsibilities you said -- I know we both had them but you were the one who ultimately decided.
Now my life is spent living vicariously through others as I married a man with no money and I've been the major breadwinner our entire marriage. There was never any romance, never any wining and dining. If you and I had made the decision I could see liniguini at 3:00 a.m. after an endless night of love making.
I want to cry so badly. If I wasn't at work I'd be sobbing buckets. I'm working hard at choking back tears. You now I never changed that e-mail address -- the one I no longer use in hopes that you'll find me once again. How sad is that?
