Ok, about last night...I was not myself for obvious reasons. I can't explain it, all I can say is I'm sorry and it will probably happen again in the very near future. Just kidding...Actually, aside from not sleeping AGAIN and feeling like I have my head in a vise, I feel ok today. Got to talk to my Indian sweetie this morning online for a few minutes. He has such a positive outlook on life. Tell me, please, someone, are all Indian men like that? Because my boss is that way too and it drives me insane because he takes a hopeless situation and tries like hell to make you see the positive side of it. Anyways, I'm not a big fan of my boss right now so I don't wanna talk about him. Where was I? Oh, yeah, my Indian friend. He is so positive...And he worries about me like crazy because I am a psycho that needs a full time babysitter just to make sure that I don't kill myself accidentally or something stupid like that. Actually, he is worried because I'm not sleeping again and the other night when I was going home from work, I almost feel asleep at the wheel. Twice. So, I got the old cell phone out and started calling people...Didn't really matter who I was talking to as long as it was someone. Good thing I have 3000 minutes a month to burn on that damn thing. Ok, so I'm calling everyone that I know because some of them were busy and either didn't answer or couldn't talk, so I went through my phone book and talked to whoever would listen until I was about 3 miles. He was pretty freaked out about that. Told me not to ever scare him like that again. Shit...That's mild compared to some of the stupid shit I've done. He is very fond of telling me that whatever goes around, comes around...Now I'm really scared. Ok, not really. I'm basically a good person. Just because I would like The Ex's new woman to fall into a vat of battery acid, that doesn't make me a bad person, does it? It's not like I'm going to PUSH her into the vat of battery acid...And besides that, I'm sure that she doesn't think any better thoughts of me.
Ok, I gotta get some stuff done before my boss gets here today. I'll elaborate more on this later...
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First off, ditch the Indian. They're just trouble. Ask my brother-in-law; he's Indian. :-)
OK just shittin' ya. Kill the boss and the ex's bitch in the battery acid at the same time, then tell the cops it was a "love suicide." Works on TV.
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