This job is devouring whatever lil social life I had. Yup. I'm upset. SR, Adi, Abgay, and (possibly) Chhavi are going to hang out in the mall and watch a movie with my sis while I slog over some crappy journal articles, which I'm almost certain that even the author would not be reading once published, on a Sunday. Yup on a SUNDAY, and to add insult to injury, I might have to stay back to complete editing the articles I can barely stand to see spread on my desk like a mangled corpse that I'm yet to identify as human.
If things aren't bad enough, I think I'm being stalked. Ok, not really stalked. I'm just being harassed by this female who does not interest me and am being teased into thinking of possibilities of some action by this str8 female whom I'm *sigh* attracted to. And of course, there are some gay men I'm painfully attracted/attached to and, as we all know, nothing will come of it (I ruled out sympathy love long ago and/or theem realizing that they are actually bi/str8 once they met me).
If things aren't bad enough, I think I'm being stalked. Ok, not really stalked. I'm just being harassed by this female who does not interest me and am being teased into thinking of possibilities of some action by this str8 female whom I'm *sigh* attracted to. And of course, there are some gay men I'm painfully attracted/attached to and, as we all know, nothing will come of it (I ruled out sympathy love long ago and/or theem realizing that they are actually bi/str8 once they met me).
Of course, there is a new issue. The men and women I'm meeting these days are years younger to me. I'm *sob, sob* aging, and so rapidly that I can't be consoled. :'(
Buying a new phone on an impulse last evening did nothing to take my mind off the truckload of shit I think my life has turned into.
Buying a new phone on an impulse last evening did nothing to take my mind off the truckload of shit I think my life has turned into.
How does a simple life get complicated?
