It took USD 0.07 to know who he was
He dumped me texting, and I never saw that text coming.
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For me every hour is perfect, because we are working on the same floor.
I know, I dropped the context out, so it sounds like a probable love declaration. For sure it sounds a bit poetic. It’s in fact a cover letter, for getting a job. I have received it. The next thing I know, the sentence in the title continues with: I don’t know for sure, but I think that I got off the elevator with you today.
Women today! Good thing we didn’t get it on.
Sick and old, just like you like it
So this too was said about me. The guys were in their early twenties at best. Kissing in the bathroom. I swear I did not do anything to provoke this, just passing by. Unsuspecting victim of non-believers in my credo: if you don’t have anything nice to say, shut the f*ck up.
I saw you, you saw me
You were socializing, which did not use to be you. You were socializing with people I suspect you did not know, which did not use to be you. I also now suspect you placed yourself in this situation so that I can initiate contact, which did use to be me. I didn’t and I left earlier, which didn’t use to be me at all. I guess you have to have the guts to mend the matter one on one. Forgiving is a tricky process, and in our case it is a two way street.
Never a good ideea
Feeling like throwing a fit? Fine, just don’t throw it by text. It will later be there for me to read repeatedly and wonder how hysteric you can be.
Dear past love
Now that I let all our common friends know we’re not talking anymore, I wish you did the right thing to do and called me. I’d do the right thing, and I’d talk to you. I am ready to let go the grouch.
I’ll be damn if my shuffle is not speaking to me
So here I were with my thoughts, longings and mostly feelings, loading the washing machine. And as if the day couldn’t go any worse, despite the sun shining in the sky, yes, there is no connection between the weather and one’s mood, my iPhone started to shuffle into my ear.
First there was this lady, Amy. Then there were these guys. And I was listening to the words like they were talking to me, like I was talking to myself. I know, it’s crazy, I am crazy sometimes. Reassuringly enough, we all are.
Ways to start a morning
Remake coffee, because the first time you did it the filter slid and you ended with a transparent liquid vaguely similar to tea.
Or vacuum clean the inside of the dog bed. From the floor. From all over the floor. Of your house. Even in your ass.
Once these steps are completed you can attend to other people’s needs. Such as your boss’.
‘Bout work
It’s been my second day at work this calendar year, after a resting and full-of-food vacation, and yet I feel, you guessed it! dog tired. I blame this on my boss, on two dogs, on ice, on cold, and on the occasional drinking. And I hate mornings more.
In terms of planning, I used to suck at it. I still suck, but at least I suck better.
My turn to give you the cold shoulder
2010 in dating for me has two names for disappointment. One has “called”. After his initial “see you on Facebook”, he forgot to mention he doesn’t go by his real name there, plus there are a couple dozens individuals showing up when you search for his name. I am still angry with him, so when he showed up last night after his long silence over the year(s) I let him know. I hate dating. Now it feels better. Not dating.
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