Mega Entry Writing/ Masterpiece of Confusion

I just stole that term from Trout. I love it.

MEGA -EGA -EGA -EGA!!!!!

ENTRY -TRY -TRY TRY!!!!!

WRITING -ING -ING -ING!!!!

(yeah, dig the echo… I’m so cool)

that’s what I do.

floss with me now.

I don’t feel like doing Urban Dictionary right now. blah.

I just had my nasty ole fishsticks. they do NOT taste good reheated. Niether do curly fries. BLEH.

I also had a fruit roll and a rice krispy treat. I know you LOVE to hear about my lunch.

ohhhhh yeeeeeeaaaaaah.

my lunch makes you complete!

heh heh.

anyway, there is bad news stirring in my work world.

might lose my vanpool.

might lose my direct supervisor.

which means, i may get stuck back with my later hours, driving in all that traffic, and spending way too much money on gas on TOP of doing my job, her job, and any other job they put on my head. i’ll be the senior clerk typist in charge of this entire administrative office and it’s clerical duties. And since I complain about NOT having work so much, it only stands to reason that more work than i can even IMAGINE will fall in my lap.

bah. fuck it all.

i’m already getting all the "examples" of how things are done. That she does now. Travel requests for the big boss and such things. i’ll have to get a company credit card (not as exciting as it seems. the city is so damn anal about it’s usage, you can’t even buy food with it!) and how to plan this departments christmas party. which is something i DESPISE.

i already have to make the damn flyer.

BAH!

anyway, i’m being a whiney bitch.

me no likey.

i have 2 hours left of work.

woo hoo!

Now lets whine about my boy issues!

i have NOT written photoboy.

i think i’m gonna make it.

i think i’ll be able to fight my impulse.

i want to so bad.

i want to see him.

and smell him.

and feel him.

and feel him some more.

hahahah.

damn it.

this is like the WORST combination of things for me right now.

a hot sexy boy. being horny as all get out. and trying to do what will be "good" for me and yet just wanting to do what i want to do.

You only live once, but what is the quality I’m allowing myself to expect?

I could ask him right now to see if I can come over tonight and get down, and more than likely i’d get an affirmative.

but then what.

i’m initiating the "booty call" factor of it. I’M DOING IT. and then i can’t be upset when i start liking him more and there is no where for us to go with hit because i made it dirty and TAWDRY. which is an awesome word.

TAWDRY.

anyway… i’m so conflicted.

*sigh*

i wanna just follow my impulse so i don’t feel like my nerves are on edge.

i shouldn’t.

but i wanna.

i’m a broken skipping record now.

my head is a masterpiece of confusion.