knock knock
well?
well what?
well, how did things go today? did you survive?
well, your talking to me now, are you not?
someone is in a bitchy, foul mood?
me? never. you must have me mixed up with some other fag? i am the sarcastic one, remember?
oh do i!!
oh, ha ha ha
well, how did it go? was all that worrying you went through worth it?
i know i should embrace change, i know this. this was a huge ass change, like a 180 degree change, you know?
you did it though!! you did it david!!
i did, didn't i? i worried myself sick though, and i mean sick. i spent a weekend in the fetal position, well almost. i blew up at my parents on the 4th of july. my car broke down. mona was near death, but bounced back to life. i cried until my eyes were almost swollen shut. i missed numerous days of work, sick and planned. all that stress caused my body to break out in the itchy hives. thank gawd on just my arms, chest and back. i couldn't bear it on my face, you know?
and here you always say you hate to look at yourself in the mirror?
did i say that? well i would look if i were covered in red itchy hives, that's for sure!!
i love you my friend
yeah right, if you say so?
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during the working hours i can now be found at one california plaza, floor number 11, on bunker hill. it is the complete opposite of working on campus. that glass tower represents everything i'am afraid of and everything i hate. my office is big, just about as big as the one i used to have, but i did not get a window, or windows. i know, i should have bitched about that and made a stink, but so many others were doing their cat fights and jockeying for position, i didn't want anything to do with that. plus i don't like heights, and what i can't see can't hurt me? when i glance down the hill, i can see the angels flight. my mother and grandmother used to take me on that, when we did shopping in downtown, when i was a little boy. it really is all quite beautiful, but it's all something i am not quite used to. i will be doing a lot of exploring here in the near future. i guess i can't complain, i get to come in late and leave early so i can take the shuttle back to campus to catch my vanpool. i guess i really should not complain.
and the beat goes on...