daringtobe's Diaryland Diary

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3 Days

I don't know why I take it personally when someone tells me to turn down my music...

I don't act offended with them, I apologize and turn it down...and I guess we do work in an office I should be grateful to be able to listen to my music.

And that is the politically correct statement...I really feel that I should be able to listen to whatever the fuck I want to listen to whenever I want to fucking listen to it at whatever fucking volume I want.

Guess who doesn't like her job anymore...

wait for it..

ME!

Its been three days since I talked to the Guy. I hate the fact that I actually know its been three days.
He's fornicating and living it up with his gal. And its got to start to sink in with me that even if he wasn't with her he would not be with me.

As everyone knows its hard not being with the one you want to be with.
Especially when they don't really want to be with you.

So I will listen to my music in a lower volume, imagine the painful demise of my coworkers silently in my head and wait for the day I can be free.

Lets hope that my freedom does not involve MY demise in any way.

9:06 a.m. - January 19, 2005

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