She Works Hard-ish for the Money

OMFG work is so boring. There's nothing to do right now. As exciting and fast-paced as the wonderful world of sports is, there is some down time. The period around a little after halftime to a few minutes into the fourth is usually the dryest of the game, and tonight did not deviate from this highly scientific theory.

All of my usual methods of work-related entertainment are failing to keep my attention. My iPod is on, I took a little nap, and ate some Wendy's. I've sifted through all the new pictures of [Kobe Bryant] All-Star Weekend and read most of the comments on VSB. Usually I would turn to Facebook or anything else on the internets but my boss is doing this annoying thing where he looks over at my computer just as I start to have a little fun. Hmpf.

I'm being semi-productive though, right, by using this time to update? Go me. Today is BFF's birthday. I texted her, no answer. Even though we sorta smoothed things over, we haven't spoken in so long I feel like we're BFF's in name only. In practice, you are not supposed to avoid calling said BFF for fear of the awkwardness that no doubt has ensued as a result of not talking for two months. This saddens me greatly so let's move on...

...To how I passed That Boy and he did not seem to [feel the fire of my lust] notice me. Funnily enough, I remember passing Tex in that exact same spot last year, to similar results. So I made the executive decision** to take the L on this one. I've seen him twice since Motown Lover introduced us and let's just say the fireworks have not sparked; his interest surely should have peaked by now, but um, no. And I am not in the mood nor spirit to go man-chasing. Therefore, that's a wrap. Next!

Or...not. Am I being dramatic again? What say ye?

**Yesterday my boss used the term "I'm going to make an executive decision" with a totally straight face. What a goober.

PS-the word "ladyboy" is hil-ARIOUS to me. Go ahead, say it: ladyboy. Hahahahahaha.

Rinse and repeat.