In other news, non-related to my blonde ambitions, I survived my third day of work today!People must have been praying for me because my suck factor went down a tad in comparison to the other day. and it could only be because of some divine intervention.
Nothing new to report though. This job is now further proof that I have this ridiculous thing for witty jerks. Why is it that I can't just like a nice guy for once? Why do I always fancy the ass hats? It's like i'm trying to sabotage my love life. Well it would be like that if i actually had a love life.
Take John Cusack Jr. Nice, clean, shy, sweet John Cusack Jr. Why can't I seem to find myself attracted to him? Why can't he make me weak in the knees?
Then there's SirPrimo Asshat who is one of the cockiest sobs I have ever came across. And I've known some cocky sobs in my time--- Trust me. It wouldn't be so bad if he wasn't such a flaming flirt, but it's not even genuine. It's 102% bs.
Now why would I get butterflies from him of all people? How high school of me!
HONESTLY!
uhg!>___<
I'm trying to move past my uhhh...past you know? Seeing as it's checkered with dissapointment and insecurity and I'm more of a happy plaid kind of girl.
So as i sit here sipping my luke warm lemon decaf tea I wonder why I still manage to avoid dissapointment by not taking any chances and playing not hard but impossible to get.
I got invited to Laronde with my co workers and I didn't say yes or no...but I'm leaning towards the no because the little girl in me says that it'll be akward and just a big opportunity to show my co workers what a major doorknob i am.
*Le sigh*
and why do i think that going blonde will solve all my problems? Guess all that MTV is getting to me.
10:31 PM
