So Carlos wants to talk. Now I don’t see the point. I can’t figure out how it could possibly be could to see the person you love and have them try to explain to you how exactly it is supposed to be better this way. So tomorrow night we will meet up and after having not seen his face since he told me to bugger off, we can see each other so he can explain to me the mysterious way this is all going to feel better.
 
Sounds like crap to me. But I will give him the chance to attempt to tell me his way of making me a less jaded person.  One of my coworkers has decided my new title is: Bitter little ray of sunshine.
 
Brilliant right? I think so. I see drinks on Sunday night in my future, and I am sure after Saturday I am going to need them.

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