Well...

I wasn't completely wrong about being nervous.

Too bad i woke up about 40 minutes late this morning.
Didn't have time to shower.
I love how blonde hair is so forgiving with the greasiness factor.
doesn't look too shabby.

i, however am dressed vaguely shabby chic.
more like, "hi. i'm going to take my soymilk and pita pocket and go have a picnic!"
i am such a wallflower.

but the first thing i'm instructed to do this morning is grab timecards from the bar next door.
and who, ironically, happens to show up at the exact same time as I?
fan-tastic.

there was a short exchange, i held the door for him.
i think he was expecting to talk.
i didn't really want to, nor will i want to anytime soon.
but i was still gracious... polite.

i hope he feels bad.
atleast bad enough to acknowledge this whole ordeal and maybe throw an appology my way?
or... you know, he could just leave me alone.
it's too bad he's so fucking hot.
i'm sure that's what one of the other two girls are thinking while he's on top of them.

yes. i'm still hurt.
not mad.
or bitter.
or malicious.

just really hurt.