I’ve dubbed him “The Sniffer.” On more than one occassion I have caught him behind me at the time clock smelling my hair. He often walks by my desk and seems to be looking down my shirt. And just now I was standing in the empty hallway, which is easily 10 feet wide, talking on my phone and he walked by so close to me that his jacket grazed my arm. Now, I really don’t have a problem with anyone looking at my breasts because, seriously, they’re just kinda there and there’s no way to hide them, granted I really could choose clothing that’s covers a little more, but eh. But it is another thing completely to invade my personal space.
And if he’s trying to flirt he really needs to find a less creepy way of doing it.
I don’t say I love you. Ever. Not to my mother, not to any man, not to anyone. When my niece says it to me I give her a hug. If someone says I love you to me on the phone my usual response is “Umm…ok. I guess I’ll talk to you later.”
It makes me incredibly uncomfortable for anyone to tell me they love me. Most think that by my not returning their words I’m just a cold, unfeeling person. Actually, I’ve just never felt worthy or deserving of the love that anyone has ever tried to give me.
My diet is invalid.
I was probably responsible.
and I can hear my neighbor clearing his throat through our shared wall. Sadly, that’s much more interesting than anything he could have heard going on in my bedroom lately.
I don’t like the person this diet has made me become.
It makes me crazy when I’m talking to someone and they put their kid on the phone. I love, love, love kids and I hope to have my own, but seriously, unless it’s my niece or nephew, I don’t want to talk to them. I will play dinosaurs with them for hours, lay in the floor and read books to them, rock them to sleep. Just never ever make me talk to them on the phone.
I started a serious diet/workout plan.
Two weeks ago my insomnia returned.
I am one cranky bitch.
all that much that my hairs looks best just before bed if there was actually someone in bed with me.