Why do I have a creepy aversion to the smell of leather? It disturbs me. As I type this I’m seriously considering closing up all of the FedEx packages at my desk because they contain leather cell cases? They smell really, really, really bad! For some reason all I can think is whips and chains. Am I blocking out some sort of seedy thing that happened in my past? Was I porn star with a heart of gold when something horrible happened and I lost my memory? These are the things I like to think of when bored… Gag it’s wafting over here as I reread this.
I should be thinking about looking professional because we have some VP’s coming in today. But, that’s already scratched because I have gas on my sweater. It’s not pretty. I give up. I wasn’t really trying anyway because everything I do usually ends in heartbreak or fists thrown. I’m feisty. Or so I’ve been told.
More importantly than those things is the fact that my Dad called me dramatic last night. Oh and I also have an attitude problem. And he thinks I need to go to Anger Management Classes. Rude! The Kleenex box started it. All of that from a man who when the TV went out requested an “ice pick so I can just kill myself!” And he has the balls to call me dramatic.
I also found out this morning that a guy I’m seeing (read guy I’m fucking – not one I want a relationship with) sent me a whole bunch of creepy texts. They started happening last winter when I freaked out and stopped seeing him. They were so random. Here are a few examples:
I miss the freckle on your nose; I remember last seeing it when we played in the snow…… Considering I don’t really have freckles or play in the snow I found this odd.
I found your favorite scarf and tied it to my bed frame, I sleep with it every night… I still have my favorite scarf thank you very much. You sleep with it, that doesn’t scream stalker in anyway.
I miss your laugh; it was the only thing that would soothe my tattered soul… Tattered huh? Did you do a lot of drugs recently?
And even more random things than that! It was creepy because when I would get them I would text back and pretty much say that I didn’t know who it was. Please stop, etc. So I’m really nervous to what he will do when I call it off again. Because that’s just how I roll. Keep 'em guessin! When it gets comfortable is when I get uncomfortable. Yes, I know I have commitment issues. But with a past like mine I don’t blame me one bit. It’s not my fault I’m damaged.
I don’t really know why I’ve posted 3 times today. I just feel like I’ve been slacking lately because I’m sick. I messaged my cousin about coming to visit her in May for my birthday. She lives in Seattle and it just sounds awesome! I wanted to go to Vegas but I can’t afford to start gambling again. There was this incident involving the mob, but I really don’t want to go into it. Let’s just say they’ll never find me. I watched the Soprano’s. I know how these things work.
A side note – THE WRITERS STRIKE NEEDS TO END. I MISS GREY’S ANATOMY AND THE OFFICE. It’s starting to affect my work performance and we all know I’m one day from being fired anyway. If I make it to lunch tomorrow I’m safe for another week. Crossing fingers!
PS... The gas smell is making me high.
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