Dear blog, if you were a living thing of some sort communicable with humans like me, you would feel totally betrayed by my absence. I blame it partially on one of my religious blog readers, my boyfriend. Ok, fine, it was also partially my fault. He never said anything to stop me from visiting the blog site anyways.
After ten days of my absence, I have become hopeful for some positivity at work. Productive and useful I’ve become in the past few days and also tasks assigned are of the field I graduated in. Being a favorited MC on stage for an important UN event also kinda made me feel semi-important at work. Life is on the up direction at the moment but of course there are bugs along the way I would love to babble about on my blog. Such is life.
The next worst thing to having cute flirty gay friends around you while you’re away from your boyfriend would be having a fugly girl, who can’t leave you alone. I hate making assumptions but then naturally we all do have a bit of a hunch at times. TactlessGirl (who else) got to perform with me during UN day. Two days before the rehearsal, she asked me what I was gonna wear. Not a big fan of having matching outfits, let alone her but I can’t even see BooMan and me doing that, I pretended not to know and asked her what she was gonna wear. She said she was gonna wear our work T-shirt. DAMN IT! That was what I was gonna wear. But then again, given my other colleagues would be wearing that and me, me and her wearing that matching shirt on stage would not seem such a big deal. She did show up in the brown work shirt on the actual day and I was glad there were a few others. I was even happier to see her change into a black outfit before she sang with me.
One day ago, she said “You’re cute you know” to me after the rehearsal, to which I had no idea how to respond to. I said “I could be a bitch sometimes”, which was followed by her awkward silence, to which I responded with a quick phone call to ANYONE who’s free to talk.
Today, she came into our office room more than twice during the day and after work while I was waiting for my car with my other colleague, she came in again to use our phone. WTF!! Ok, folks, she DOES have an office on the other end and I swear they have more than two extensions to a phone.
TactlessGirl just won’t give up. I kinda could understand how you can be a bit fused up about someone you might have a big crush on. However, if that person tells you that he/she does not like the genital that you own as his/her sexual desire object, isn’t it a big indication for you to fuck off? Now, being a friend is totally fine but being sneaky towards my presence in the most creepiest way possible just drives me up the wall. And the ‘boy’ she claimed to have had come during the event did not show up and she was fuming about it. Not to mention how she had met him for only like a week, I believe.
TactlessGirl should get her wires straight up again. It’s not healthy having an obsessed fan, not to mention tactless, at work. This would have been at least a bit entertaining if she owns a penis and maybe have a personality. Le sigh, people, le sigh!!!
After ten days of my absence, I have become hopeful for some positivity at work. Productive and useful I’ve become in the past few days and also tasks assigned are of the field I graduated in. Being a favorited MC on stage for an important UN event also kinda made me feel semi-important at work. Life is on the up direction at the moment but of course there are bugs along the way I would love to babble about on my blog. Such is life.
The next worst thing to having cute flirty gay friends around you while you’re away from your boyfriend would be having a fugly girl, who can’t leave you alone. I hate making assumptions but then naturally we all do have a bit of a hunch at times. TactlessGirl (who else) got to perform with me during UN day. Two days before the rehearsal, she asked me what I was gonna wear. Not a big fan of having matching outfits, let alone her but I can’t even see BooMan and me doing that, I pretended not to know and asked her what she was gonna wear. She said she was gonna wear our work T-shirt. DAMN IT! That was what I was gonna wear. But then again, given my other colleagues would be wearing that and me, me and her wearing that matching shirt on stage would not seem such a big deal. She did show up in the brown work shirt on the actual day and I was glad there were a few others. I was even happier to see her change into a black outfit before she sang with me.
One day ago, she said “You’re cute you know” to me after the rehearsal, to which I had no idea how to respond to. I said “I could be a bitch sometimes”, which was followed by her awkward silence, to which I responded with a quick phone call to ANYONE who’s free to talk.
Today, she came into our office room more than twice during the day and after work while I was waiting for my car with my other colleague, she came in again to use our phone. WTF!! Ok, folks, she DOES have an office on the other end and I swear they have more than two extensions to a phone.
TactlessGirl just won’t give up. I kinda could understand how you can be a bit fused up about someone you might have a big crush on. However, if that person tells you that he/she does not like the genital that you own as his/her sexual desire object, isn’t it a big indication for you to fuck off? Now, being a friend is totally fine but being sneaky towards my presence in the most creepiest way possible just drives me up the wall. And the ‘boy’ she claimed to have had come during the event did not show up and she was fuming about it. Not to mention how she had met him for only like a week, I believe.
TactlessGirl should get her wires straight up again. It’s not healthy having an obsessed fan, not to mention tactless, at work. This would have been at least a bit entertaining if she owns a penis and maybe have a personality. Le sigh, people, le sigh!!!
Listening to: Lily Allen – Fuck you
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