I am a Doomsday advocate. The whole ‘SOMETHING bad is going to happen. I just know it’ kind of girl. Needless to say, it’s not good for me to work at a suicide clinic or depression worksite. My luck, someone would say ‘the world is going to end today’ and I would say ‘you know, the sun DID take longer to raise this morning.’ Yeah, that’d be me. Today is Patriots Day. L has several events planned for the day but that never stops us from calling or texting each other first thing in the morning. When I didn’t get a call by 8, I called him. Nothing. Text….nada. hmmmmm. Office, strait to voicemail. Then I look at the online newspaper for his city, to check out for sure when certain things would start and what do I find….there was an accident. Along the same stretch of highway that he takes into work. Stomach acids seeping as we speak.
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If you work in an office setting, you have SOMEONE who works your nerves, you don’t speak to or just don’t like. And the feeling is mutual? Ever get stuck on the elevator with that person? Man…talk about silence! NO ONE speaks. You hear each other breathing. Separate corners of the ring, I mean elevator. My eyes were on the floor panel as we hit each one, her eyes were fixated on the actually floor. Yeah…fun times indeedy.
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Watched Fashion Rocks or whatever it is, the other night. Fell in LOVE with the English chick Duffy(?)! The way she squealed and did that hand thing like the Beetles…. had me trying it all night. I wasn’t real popular with my boys that night.

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Still no word…I really feel like I could either vomit or beat the crap out of someone right now. I hate being the First Wife of Gloom and Doom. I really do. I know the man is busy right now. I know his schedule. But dammit…this is driving me crazy.

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Now I’m pissed. ‘I’m in a meeting sweetie, lemme call you back’….wtf???? I had all intentions on adding to this all day, being all cute and funny and then posting my end result tonight but right now I swear I could spit damn nails and nail him to the wall.