BangkokBob writes to me: "you obese, left wing skank."
That's it. One sentence. No smiley face or anything. Do you think he's kidding? I hope so. That's what I sent in the reply: "You must be kidding! I want what you're smoking!"
But the sad thing is, living in Bangkok I'm not really sure. I was like, this guy is so ridiculous! Obese! God knows I'm not skinny, but let's be real. Anyone can look at my pics.
Here's this forty-something guy who, at least judging by his picture, is no
This ******* baby I work with, supposedly he's 33 or so, will come into the office in a horrid mood about once a week. Okay, fine, we all have good days and bad days, most of us are mature enough to deal with them properly, ie. by not taking our problems out on innocent people.
However, if anyone else is having a good day (which I normally am; I'll admit that I routinely pop into the office with a big ol' grin on my face, singing Sheryl Crow or whatever. You wouldn't know it by this journal,
"You love her
But she loves him
And he loves somebody else
You just can't win
And so it goes
Till the day you die"
even when i try, try, try to avoid drama, it comes and finds me. maybe billy crystal is right in "When Harry Met Sally." He said "Men and women can never be friends because the sex thing always gets in the way." I'm tired of this. I'm too old to deal with men who act like children. If I wanted children, I'd have some of my own.
At least this sort of **** lets you see who
