A Little Bit Scattered

I love missing people. It lets me know who is important to me.
I hate missing people. It means they aren't here. *pout*
MakesMeSmileAllStupid is home. We've talked a little since she left, but not very much. BUT I WILL NOT NOT NOT BE CLINGY. So I keep it to once a day, if I text her at all. I try to let her text me first.
Gah.

But I've been working a lot. And I'm super tired. And I think I'm just very...um...neglected? Could be the word I'm looking for.
Maybe.

Anyway, at work there is...Stock Boy. Cute Stock Boy.
Shame on me.
But it has occurred to me that I don't know how to hit on people. I haven't really had to in awhile. Usually I'm just cute and I smile and giggle and it just sort of happens. Or whatever. But, even if that was all I needed to do in this situation, there isn't exactly an opportunity to be cute when I'm lifting heavy boxes and showing off how not cute I can be. Hehe.

Gah. Neglect. That is a good word.
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:Poetic Moment:
Say what you will
Compare it to what you want
But nothing comes close to it
Nothing is as good
As...um..."coloring" (-Sex and the City reference-)

:Quote:
Rip my jeans
Not my heart

:Picture: