"Elaine, breaking up is like knocking over a coke machine. You can’t do it in one push, you got to rock it back and forth a few times, and then it goes over" - Seinfeld
except that i hate it that i type with two fingers. and that i'm wasting my days in a job i no longer enjoy. i actually cant stand it anymore. its boring me to death. actually its annoying me to death.
i was in the bathroom this morning and im just in there minding my own business, you know..and then this tiny mouse runs in between the little space between the door and the floor. so he walks in and he stares at me. and then he just sits there. staring. he looked so adorable! so i smiled at him and said hey whats up and he said nothing just sat there looking at me and wiggling his tail. so we sat there for a while until i was ready to leave and then i opened the door and he ran away in the hallway. and i came back to this stupid screen.
another story. tomorrow is thanksgiving here. i remember very well, ok- relatively well, what i did on that day last year. a friend and i wanted to go have dinner somewhere and decided to go to this upscale place which was totally not our style but we didnt have much choice. and it was raining like crazy and he was a bit pissed at me because of something i had done (he used to get pissed at me all the time). but anyway, we sat down and the waitress brought us the bread and the water and we ordered the food etc etc. and then we restarted the previous conversation and he continued to argue. it was so tense that i had to apologize the waitress and cancel the order and we both got up and left and then i dont remember what happened. bad stuff though. very embarrassing. we dont even talk anymore. yup.
most of the time i just want to strangle you. most of the time i wonder what on earth have i done to deserve this. most of the time you drive me so insane i could explode. but sometimes. just sometimes. you make me so happy. so happy that i forget everything around me. like today. when you played that song and asked me to smile.
i just remembered something and i dont know if it actually happened or if it was the alcohol. on my way home this guy comes to me in the bus and introduces himself and says that we work in adjacent buildings and he always sees me around blabla. i mean i always see him around too but im not gonna tell him that that's for sure! but anyway. then he told me the most amazing thing. he works on butterflies. he's trying to identify the genes responsible for wing color and wing pattern in two different species. and then he said that he's going to be growing so many of them soon and that i can go and check them out. then he told me about those mice that have recently migrated to the shores and have since evolved a sandy skin color that is exactly the color of the sand on those shores as a type of camouflage. and that he thinks the genes are similar to the ones he's looking for in the butterflies.. other than that all i remember is that he was chewing a huge gum with an open mouth- while talking mind you. why do people do that? please stop! no. it's NOT cool.
just in case anyone's wondering why i haven't been around much lately, well, here it is. my latest infatuation, my new boyfriend. and yes, black ofcourse.