Monday, June 14, 2004
( 6:38 PM ) Rebecca
I am about to take the 6:53 bus back to Seattle from Godforsaken Microsoftville, and no DOUBT I will run into The Captain on the bus, and will have to either:
1)pretend not to see him
2)smile politely then sit in another seat
3)sit next to him, suck it up, and feel like sh*t when I get off the damn bus
4)sit next to him, throw myself upon him, and say, WHY WHY WHY don't you want to be my boyfriend?
Please Lord, save me from the boredom of having no romantic interests, the boredom that makes me dream about my former dead-end boyfriends.
Better yet, save me from having to sit next to them on the bus!
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