I got a comment about myself yesterday: that I am bold, too bold for my own good.
My reply to this comment: Perhaps not entirely bold, but cheeky, yes; dauntless, yes and arrogant of course I won't even deny it.
And I agree 100% with all these remarks. I mean, I am the person who will go up to her superior and ask: do I look pretty today? (just for reassurance of course, lol). I am also the person who will walk into my office in the morning and instead of greeting everyone with a sweet good morning I'll shout out: God, I need a sexy man.
But the truth be told, I don't mind being this bold and shocking. To me, most of the girls I meet are replicas of each other, boring, predictable and conventional. And if not typical, then extreme rebellious, who break their families hearts. But no, not I. I am as originally flavored as can be.
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Hottie has been such an ass, ignoring my presence after that horrible excuse of a woman made a big deal out of my teeny weeny mistake. Universe, avenge me please from that woman. There, I said it loud and clear.
Hold on
Actually, maybe I do not want him. Again I am competing with myself, trying to attain the impossible and I figured out that this is one reason why I keep on getting attracted to men who are 'taken', whether legally or emotionally.
So, I shall rephrase my sentence and say:
Universe, let hottie be of benefit to me in the workplace. Let him respect me and truly want to help me out.
Till we meet again,
Sedeso
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