Reasons why I hate, and envy, DB

A reflection: today's been a rather interesting day.

Most importantly, it's 10 more days until BGRR actually has vacation, which means it's 10 more days until we bring out the human rocket and aim her at the general direction of his chest, the basic idea being that if I squeal loud enough in my excitement to catch him off guard, and run fast enough, I can knock him over and finally one up him on his attempts on my life. See, DB! Not everyone has to resort to bribing pretty little birds as hitbirds! To celebrate, we'll be driving up to Lake Wallenpaupack for four days, two of which he'll spend RPGing with some friends and I'll be working on...erm...uh...sewing projects. Yeah, that's right. Uber happiness because I get to play trophy girlfriend again, and spoil him horribly. Unbeknownst to BGRR, the extra niceness is part of my plan to buy points in his attempts to off me, which to this point have all been rather lackluster and not even close to being pseudo-quasi-successful. Filet mignon anyone?

I'm still working on the whole six month bet losing thing sinking in. Probably when I get to sink into his arms again.

And the best part, my coworkers are gossipping about my love life again. If I were a weaker person, I could have oodles of fun with this - and believe me, it's tempting sometimes. This would be why I envy DB. While he's likely to have to deal with this in the middle of nowhere, he's a guy. Therefore, he's also going to ignore ALL OF IT. Additionally, I really don't think outdoor ed is as catty as the corporate world. People are so unbelievably nice and cheerful and it's disgustingly refreshing. Here, it's essentially every person for themselves. While I can handle it, such thinking offends him to the umpteenth degree. Something about sucking the very soul out of him evilness or something like that. See, he does have a poetic streak from time to time.

Dan called Friday morning because he had off, and of course I answered it despite being at the office. Wouldn't you? Over the course of this summer, I have lived for these phone calls. Naturally, one would be upset when told that there's no telling when the next phone call was going to come. I won't lie when I say I closed the "door" to my office and just cried for ten minutes. However I told people we had had an argument, and that pretty much stopped questions right there. Except that between the coworkers not being able to see the entire Facebook page and the knowledge of an argument, world is spreading that apparently BGRR and I have broken up. Nevermind that there's still photos of us blatently on my desk or random stuff that reminds me of him. We're apparently no longer together.

DB wouldn't have to deal with this. I envy him. He actually works with adults.....um.....who play with kids......yeah.......but at least they act mature!

Ugh.Drama. It sucks. Just don't do it.