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savvyliterateMou...men are BAKAS!! BAKAS, BAKAS, BAKAS!
Gray is STILL bugging me! I figured that the look of death I gave him wasn't enough to calm him down. Then, I went to start doing my laundry and ran out of quarters. I knew another roll was in the car, so I went to go get that. When I got back, there was a man down there happily occupying all the washers that were left (there's only three).
"Gah!" I yelp.
The guy looks up. "Well, I'm not sure how long that one's being used," he said, pointing at the washer I'm already using.
"I'M using that one!" I replied. "I had to go get more quarters!"
The guy shrugs and keeps on truckin' while I fume. Thanks to Mr. Tattoo (he has a tattoo around his upper left arm), I have to wait 30 minutes just to get my other load of laundry in the washer! This means waiting for the dryers too, which means I'll won't get to work until after 3! Well, I had planned that anyhow, but I was hoping my laundry would have been done by 2-2:30. Not now! MOU.... Good thing Robb's (my publisher and boss) not getting to the paper until after 5.
Men. You can't live without them and you want to pitch them into the Alabama River and see if they can swim. Not only are the ones in my life getting under my skin (although my dad and brothers have escaped so far - but the day isn't over), but so is one more than 2,200 miles away from me!
You see, through Ely and TLP, I met a friend of TLP's who he thought would really hit it off with me. We had similar intrests, worked in the same profession, in the worst case it would at least be someone to gripe to about the ins and outs of the newspaper business. Well, after a couple bumpy starts, we start chatting. And we keep chatting. Lately, I notice when he's not on and I miss talking with him.
No, I am not liking him! Am I?
I've always sworn not to do this again. After what happened four years ago with Brad, I swore never to have an online relationship again. Except, this isn't an online relatrionship, instead more of a friends thing. More of a, "Penpals but because of a 2,200 mile distance factor, online is the easiest and cheapest way to do so." Some things about him remind me of Lance, and that scared the living begeebers out of me. But, I can't go comparing every guy I meet to my ex-boyfriend. It's not fair to the guy and it's not fair to me either.
So, I notice when he's on and I notice when he's not. Pretty fast, he's pushed up into the ranks of people I talk to every time they log on (that includes Ely, TLP and my mom.)
I'm hopeless, aren't I?
Oh well, I've been ranting long enough. Maybe my wash has finished by now and I can swap out the loads.
Gray is STILL bugging me! I figured that the look of death I gave him wasn't enough to calm him down. Then, I went to start doing my laundry and ran out of quarters. I knew another roll was in the car, so I went to go get that. When I got back, there was a man down there happily occupying all the washers that were left (there's only three).
"Gah!" I yelp.
The guy looks up. "Well, I'm not sure how long that one's being used," he said, pointing at the washer I'm already using.
"I'M using that one!" I replied. "I had to go get more quarters!"
The guy shrugs and keeps on truckin' while I fume. Thanks to Mr. Tattoo (he has a tattoo around his upper left arm), I have to wait 30 minutes just to get my other load of laundry in the washer! This means waiting for the dryers too, which means I'll won't get to work until after 3! Well, I had planned that anyhow, but I was hoping my laundry would have been done by 2-2:30. Not now! MOU.... Good thing Robb's (my publisher and boss) not getting to the paper until after 5.
Men. You can't live without them and you want to pitch them into the Alabama River and see if they can swim. Not only are the ones in my life getting under my skin (although my dad and brothers have escaped so far - but the day isn't over), but so is one more than 2,200 miles away from me!
You see, through Ely and TLP, I met a friend of TLP's who he thought would really hit it off with me. We had similar intrests, worked in the same profession, in the worst case it would at least be someone to gripe to about the ins and outs of the newspaper business. Well, after a couple bumpy starts, we start chatting. And we keep chatting. Lately, I notice when he's not on and I miss talking with him.
No, I am not liking him! Am I?
I've always sworn not to do this again. After what happened four years ago with Brad, I swore never to have an online relationship again. Except, this isn't an online relatrionship, instead more of a friends thing. More of a, "Penpals but because of a 2,200 mile distance factor, online is the easiest and cheapest way to do so." Some things about him remind me of Lance, and that scared the living begeebers out of me. But, I can't go comparing every guy I meet to my ex-boyfriend. It's not fair to the guy and it's not fair to me either.
So, I notice when he's on and I notice when he's not. Pretty fast, he's pushed up into the ranks of people I talk to every time they log on (that includes Ely, TLP and my mom.)
I'm hopeless, aren't I?
Oh well, I've been ranting long enough. Maybe my wash has finished by now and I can swap out the loads.
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