It's only just a crush.

[velouria]

New Guy just cannot be bothered. I have to constantly stock red licorice at my desk to keep him coming, and that's astronomically expensive due to the middle-aged ladies who hover about and hoover it into oblivion the second I set it down.

I can only tell myself that dudes are "shy" or "gay" (he does teach yoga on the weekends) for so long until I have to face the shitty music. I will live my life as I will undoubtedly die: alone.

Comments

[hatchelt.livejournal.com]

this is all getting too much too fast, my chest is starting to tighten and my lips and fingers are going numb...i'm gonna go and play with my toy cars for a bit, that'll sort me out

[velouria.livejournal.com]

oh fine, get back in your bubble.

[hatchelt.livejournal.com]

sweet, there's no place like home!