Missing You.
I am missing you like you wouldn't believe, like you couldn't know....

I am missing you that it hurts not to hear from you regularly.

I am missing you so damn much and here is the weekend upon me.

Friday afternoon, friday night, saturday and sunday will be extremely long just reminding me of how you are not here to spend time with.

I just miss your company, your good company.

Phone Calls
So I tried waiting for him to call today and he didn't. Actually he said he'd try to call last night but he didn't. He said he'd try to call today, but for some reason I don't think he will. That seems to be the pattern here. He told me that the last time and he didn't call the whole day and I spent the whole day "beating" myself up emotional and going crazy from not hearing from him.

I tried calling him and I was automatically plugged into his answering machine. No ringing at all. That means the phone died or that he's just out of range.

I miss him. I think some things are worth fighting for and I never really fought for anything. I guess I never really wanted anything badly. So what happens when you fight and you try to give it your all and in the end you just lose? Does that mean I shouldn't try fighting for things I want? So what's the use of fighting if the odds are against you? Do I submit, resign to what might be the inevitable results? Do I just jump the gun and accept and take my loses now and try to move on?

Life sure can suck sometimes....

Work Sucks
I've been here at this job for almost 3 years and I've gotten good at what I'm doing but damn I have to say I'm getting tired of it and ready for something else. It pays well, the people are nice for the most part (except my stupid boss!)

I had to sit here yesterday in a "sound war" with him. I had the radio going and he had Marina's radio playing some italian opera song. For some reason he felt the fucken need to make it loud so that it drowned out my radio. I had to turn mines up and then he turned his up and all I could think of doing was keeping the xerox machine continually copying paper so I wouldn't have to hear him try to sing foreign words that I truly doubt he knows what the words mean exactly. It would be him I would be having a "sound war" with.

When Marina plays her radio and listens to her talk show and I'm playing the radio, we somehow manage to listen to our own programs without having to go into a "sound war." Only my stupid idiotic boss I would get into some sound war with. It's not like I listen to the radio loudly either.

If I wanted to listen to that foreign opera stuff I have my own mouth to request to ask him to play it louder if I wanted to. Idiot!