This dating thing is becoming a horrible habit. I am going to have to go AA for serial daters. I wish I had something cool to report, like after 20 minutes of stilted conversation, I stabbed this guy's eye out with my Mojito straw and drank his tears. But alas, nothing violent or entertaining occurred and it was like talking to a mechanical bull the whole time, so I pretended to admire the fine mahogany paneling and aesthetic arrangement of colors on the plate of tuna tartare.
A guy at work was "let go" today. He must have threatened to go postal because my bosses were all very serious and they even called out the HR people from LA to "handle" the situation. I could tell everyone in the office disliked him, but he was nice to me so I once gave him a handful skittles from the communal office skittle jar. When he does come back to shoot up the office, I hope he the tastes the colors of the rainbow, and "spares me my wretched life"- as Uma Thurman might say before she would cut off my hand.
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