Twentieth time in a row, i spend my Valentine's Day alone...everybody's so pumped up about it, bah...just an empty holiday, an excuse to eat candy and waste your money on soppy cards. Not to mention the fact that between Fubar and Facebook, i've 457 friends and no one wants to talk to me at all. Still no word from Rachele. i think the whole 'boss has the card' thing turned her off. Fuck me.
yes i keep agonizing over Rachele. "Get a new subject," people say. "Move on, live life." I can't. i'm stuck in one place. She's the only thing that makes me happy anymore, talking with her. Cybering (when i do do it) has lost its appeal. i suppose i should get a move on with my book, but what's the point? once i get done with my bit, it'll just sit, because like everything else important to my life, besides my job, has no importance to The Management. not my job management, but the supreme management of my life.
i can't get my license and wait the 90 days until the car gets a new passenger side mirror, which the Management wants to order. have they ordered it? most probably not. just buy the fucking mirror and get it over with. at least i'll be able to stop the Management whining and complaining about dragging my ass to work day in and day out. that'll be one big thing in my life i can stop worrying about.
i sound like a whiny bitch, but there's nothing i can fucking do about my life at this point. fucking NOTHING.
be backed into a corner you can't get out of, and see how YOU fuckers react.