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Dear Office Boy,

You are a dickless wonder. Yes, you.

We slept together on two separate occasions over the span of a week, almost a year ago, and you feel the need to act like this?

I will not be attending our mutual friend's party as a favour to her; she is the hostess and I do not want to add worry and discomfort to her other duties, however fun it would have been to see you squirm.

Whatever it was that I found attractive about you back then clearly does not exist.

I know they say you should never burn your bridges, but consider this one burnt to the ground beyond recognition.

Adios.

Yours very sincerely,

CET


NOTE: no i did not send this to him, however much i would have liked to; he wouldn't have understood anyway. i did however remove him from my facebook friends list, and that feels oh so good! :o)

what the fuck?

it's my lunch hour at the moment but instead of feeding my rumbling belly i am blogging because i am just slightly upset.

so i was suppose to go to a friend's housewarming tomorrow and i knew that office boy was going to be there. no big deal as it's SO in the past and he has a girlfriend anyway and i'd like to think we're both adults but i guess he proved me wrong. i spoke to my friend today and apparently when she mentioned i would be at the party he got all "weirded out" and basically made it obvious that he was not comfortable with me being there. WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THAT? how old are we office boy, TWO?

i know you might think "well, what about your friend, she should've told him to suck it up as you're her friend as well". i forgive her because it's not so much about choosing which friend's side but more of "i don't want there to be an uncomfortable atmosphere in the room". besides, i kind of did that to her once so i suppose we are now even. there's karma for you, eh?

i just can't help shaking my head and laughing at this whole debaucle. i honestly wonder what's going through his head and why after all this time he is acting the way he's acting. he has a girlfriend, for christ's sake! oh yeah, they got back together after he shattered her ice-cold heart. whatever.

does he still think i like him? do boys think girls, once they admit their crush, will always like them - will like the boy to the end of the girl's daying days? i mean, for real? he is so full of himself if he thinks i still want him. my god, if anything now he just makes me want to puke. oh, and punch him in his stupid-ass face.

ah, feel a bit better now. off to forage for some food.

CET :o/

labels and such

busy, busy, busy these days, no time for blogging!

finally started labelling my posts, though it would be tedious to label every single post in one sitting, i'll do them in batches. i know i write about boys but man! there are quite a few posts about boys.

blogger help: how do i put my labels on the righthand margin of my blog, so that when you click on a label it automatically takes you to all the posts associated with it? does anyone know what i'm talking about? also, how do you list the most recent comments made by people on your blog?

off to bed soon,
CET :o)

p.s. i had ostrich, frog, shrimp, scallops and squid for dinner tonight, no joke! so yummy...

friends :o)

had the best time with mr. bing, bing's hubby, brown goddess, goddess' sister, and canuckian last night. time spent with these precious folk always cheers me up and makes me joyous; i laugh until my sides hurt and eat until they hurt even more. it's all about the good times.

we gorged ourselves on seafood at the fine local establishment, followed by a quick drive to the local mall where we continued our binge with ice cream. the shenanigans kicked into high gear when we went to a lady's dress shop (i.e. where UGLY prom dresses live) and proceeded to try on a sampling of their confections, with mr. bing and i trying on the same neon green fruity number. we pretended BG's sister was getting married and we were her bridesmaids - if you ever need a butt-ugly bridesmaid's dress, this is the place! we had fun laughing at each other and taking stupid pictures behind the sales lady's back; we incurred her wrath but who cares? this is what you get for selling such horrible fashion retail!

anyhoo, at the end of the night we parted ways and i came home feeling happy, which i wasn't earlier in the day (and for the last little while) because boys, i.e. the londoner, was getting me down. honestly, boys may come and go but friends are for LIFE.

CET :o)

p.s. reason why londoner made me upset? i haven't heard from him in three weeks. i think that's him done and dusted.

pump up the volume

i'm blogging from work (hee hee hee, i know i shouldn't but what can i say? it's slow today).

i worked from 9am to 11pm yesterday, first at my daytime temp job (it's going well so far) then at my local pharmacy for the evening shift (did i mention i'm helping with some vacation cover? anyhoo...). i was absolutely shattered by the time i crawled into bed, a little bit before midnight, and yet i laid there for a long while listening to songs on my mp3 player.

remember when you used to do that? just lay there and listen to music, i mean REALLY listen to it? not have it as background noise while doing a chore or riding the subway or something, but listening for listening's sake. i remember in high school i would lay on my bed and blast the same album over and over (mostly cure albums), carefully committing the lyrics to memory and letting the wall of sound wash over me. my mind would often wander, mostly daydreams of my latest crush, perhaps a dream of me rockin' out to the tune as the band's drummer (i would LOVE to be a chick drummer for a rock band); i miss the fact that i haven't done that for a long time now. life seems to get more hectic with each passing year; i'm making a point of setting aside some time to just lay there and LISTEN.

CET :o)

disappointment = lesson learned

i was talking to a friend tonight who recently got "played" by some boy. it got me thinking about my own experiences and i re-read my posts on scottish guy and londoner.

i must say that while it can be sad, frustrating, VERY disappointing and at times downright horrible, i have learned so much from both my good and bad boy experiences; there is something to be said for that old adage, "if it doesn't kill you it only makes you stronger".

i think the worst feeling though is the feeling of disappointment. i think that sucks more than any of the other feelings, for me at least.

chin up girlie! have fun with the firefighter at any rate...

CET :o)