20 July 2007 - 1:23 p.m.

dear diary,

my best friend got married earlier this month. she is now a "mrs." and i am feeling awfully lonely in the "ms." club.

apparently, friends of the groom (air force dude) thought i was hot. too bad they were all married...and besides, i didn't find out until after the wedding was long gone and over.

my parents came for a visit. same old, same old. during the course of their visit, i became extremely rigid and cranky and yelled a lot.

they must hate me.

one evening, they came with me to the dog park. on the drive there, as i sat at a stoplight, guess who came around the corner in his black mercedes? that guy, the one i dated recently who just disappeared...only he can't disappear because he lives right down the street from me.

it was the first time i'd seen him since the night we had dinner and sex (in that order). had i known that was the last time, i would have made him work harder to give me the big o.

i faked it that night.

anyway, there he is turning the corner, and i am stuck in the car with my mom and dad and dog, so i couldn't react, scream FUCKING ASSHOLE, pound my head against the steering wheel. no, i had to sit there and suffer in silence.

i do not think he even noticed me and my bright red car. figures...

...asshole...

my job is sucking more than ever. my crazy boss is back from her six-week vacation. and she is not my boss anymore. but i do not know who my new boss is yet. and in the meantime, she continues to boss me around, fuck things up and blame her fuck-ups on me.

this morning, when i walked in the office, i saw her down the hall over-reacting and flailing about, and i was just about to turn around and walk out (and get in my car and drive home and seriously consider quitting), but she saw me and beelined straight towards me.

after she tried to blame her mistakes on me, i stood up to her and put her in her place. she is like a fearful dog. she comes at you with a big, scary bark, but if you walk towards her, she backs up and walks away with her tail between her legs.

she is fucking crazy. seriously.

none of that stuff matters. it is what it is and i leave it at the office. i guess i learned that after my last job - not to bring that shit home with me. it's not worth it.

i'm horny. i want to get laid. and it's friday.

oh joy!

cali

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