I think one of the main reasons I don't have any readers is due to the fact that I never correlate my entries. One minute I am saying one thing and the next it's another, you'd think this journal is written by different people.

Well, it is indirectly. By my various alter egos. The happy, forlorn, quixotic, mysterious me.

I am a weird person. One minute I can be so mad at somebody that I don't want to hear or let alone speak that person's name from my lips and the next, maybe give me a few weeks after the annoying infuriating incident, I would have completely forgotten what it was that infuriated me to start with.

Take for instance, we all know what happened between me and former place of work and annoying power drunk boss, who felt the need to offer me the "big fuck you" before I could give it to her. Well, today Kaui asks me, "So why did you quit your job?"

And I am at a loss for words. I begin to wonder, so what was it that made me want to leave that place in the first place? He asks again, inquisitively, and I forced to answer, mutter, "Well, remember the power-drunkenness I talked about, well, that's what." Innocently. Instead of the PG-13 reply I had in mind: The bloody assholes got power drunk and were biting on my whazzit, that's the hell what happened.
But I guess, maybe it just means I am all forgiving much too easily. I shudder to think that I may not be as angry towards my boss if ever I get faced with her again as I felt like 2 weeks ago.

I forgive her.

Working today with Kaui was a love/hate thing. I don't know, sometimes he gets me so mad and I want to say, "Hey, you're in my bad books now." But then something reminds me that, "You're supposed to be having some sort of crush on this man, so really that's not the way to act." Today, I think something in my wall was let down momentarily letting him into a smidget of the feelings I may have for him. He let it out when he said, "You must look forward to this weekly chit-chats we have in my office, where you can harass me about nothing."

I just shook my head. Innocently. I have no idea what he is talking about. And then, minutes later, he goes to shoosh me from his office. So from then on, I ignore him, but would he let it go, no he wouldn't. He then launches into a vivid description of what he spent his Spring Break on.

Skiing in Utah.

I could slap that man for having so much fun. Without me it gets even worse.

But that only sealed the deal for me. We were not meant to be, the stars have him in for another, and hopefully me for another.

Therefore, I shall no longer bore you all with my post-teenage fascination with the man who is of some authority over me. I shall quench it down now with a good bottle of lager, and kiss it off as one of those things.