I was at my favorite spot today(my couch) participating in my favorite activity(absolutely nothing) when I felt the compelling urge to tell my story.
So here goes....
Yeah. So I'm the reigning Queen of Boringville. I mean, I work in a library for the love of Mike. Anything I have to say would be positively algebraic. But I'm gonna do it anyway and the joke's on you apparently, cause you just read most of it.
A couple of day's ago my 'work boyfriend' broke up with me. The 'work boyfriend is not to be confused with the more popular 'work husband'. Those lead to the requisite 2.5 imaginary kids and probably an imaginary dog and I'm not ready for that kind of commitment.
Now I should have seen this coming. The WBF and I started working different schedules about six months ago so we rarely see each other and after his real life marriage we'd admittedly grown apart.
But really how big of a loser can you be to be the dumpee in a pseudo-romantic relationship?
Chew on that thought folks.
