I try to be a positive person. Yeah I come on here sometimes in a bad mood and bitch and moan, who doesn't? That's partially what a blog is for (to me) to get things out.
To the guy in the cafe' with the Polo Jeans, Polo Shirt, Polo Cologne (hell he probably had on Polo underwear for all I know) and BAD BREATH please, you do not have to lean in within mere centimeters of me to speak.
I know you are probably dazzled by my beauty (Heh) but please refrain.
You have caused my eyes to water, my hair to deflate and my ears to retract.
I am sorry you think you are not valued at your job here at the Crying Cow Bank.
I am sorry your son will not go out and get a job, I am sorry your wife "does not understand you".
If you are hitting on me, please stop.
I am not interested. Not now, Not ever. That is all.
UPDATE: Okay i've got to share this little "gem". I just came from downstairs and another co-workesr said to me "I saw you sitting with X this morning, did his breath smell like he'd been eating Ass Chips for breakfast?"

















