I have tried to come to some sort of middle ground here. The bottom line is that I simply can't stand her. She drives me crazy. I don't hate her, as that would require much too much of my energy, she simply irritates the hell out of me. It is like someone turned her inside out and stripped her of all graces and threw her out to pasture. She is wreck. I know it's not just me, everyone calls her the high-pressure system, which really is funny when you think about it. She is a tornado. As my manager why do I have to remind her to do anything? Hell it doesn't even matter at this point, I have them by the neck now, if i leave they are in deep shit, that is my in for a raise in the mean time.

Secondly I can not believe that asshole goes and tells B that I put my phone number in his fly and that he made out with Gina as well. Right. Too bad that is not true that would have been funny. Gross but funny on both parts. I don’t even think I gave him my phone number.... I may have but that is besides the point I don't really see him as my type. Don’t get me wrong he is a good-looking guy but I am not entirely certain that anyone is home upstairs.

IN other words, A cute face is sexy, but a great mind is sexier.

Speaking of which, I dreamt of him last night, it was like a deja vu sort of dream, it mirrored those days when I would get in the car and drive to him in some god forsaken place, where we would drink bad beer and walk the streets at night and then fuck till dawn. I would lay wrapped in his arms with that tan blanket twirled around us. The black sheets were stained and we didn't care, we were in love. We would stay in bed all day and have a great bout of sex, eat something and then go to the bar and do it all over again. I loved the night we fucked in the ally way, he placed me up above him with my back to the hard cold stone walls, and had me right there. He was always so hard for me, and I could feel all the juices burning in my belly. God that was good. He was good.