sunflower sutra

terrible music is playing… my roommate must be home. t-minus 5 months until this dreadful existence ends, and lord have mercy on the soul who lived with him next. 

wearing my cute red heels yesterday, i fell down the stairs at work and really fucked up my right wrist and hand, making it hard for me to do anything. my boyfriend has to meet with his sister, then he’s coming home for a bit, then he’s going to a wrap party for the last film he worked on. i’m supposed to make dinner but can’t because of roommate taking up the kitchen. and i am unable to wash anything he may have used because of my hand. but my boyfriend said we can start to look for our own place for when our lease ends here! the end is in sight!

i have a coworker who is a case study for psychological theories on the prevalence of power amongst beautiful type-a people. my boss, y, is the tall, dark, and handsome type. he is also a pretty nice guy and seems to be pretty diplomatic. my other boss, r, isn’t ugly but isn’t as conventionally attractive as y. e, the coworker mentioned above, is a computer nerd, and looks like one too. one of the light and lanky ones that have a leg up on their greasy, rotund counterparts. e treats y and r completely differently: he fawns over y, actively looking for a chance to spend time with him. coffee breaks, lunch breaks, youtube videos… anything that can be shared gives e an excuse to admire y. r, on the other hand, is for business only. no attempted schmoozing there. granted, r’s personality makes him much less likely to fall for the false admiration e gives out, but it’s fascinating to see e shadow the vince chase and ignore the eric murphy. and i do apologize for referencing entourage. that kind of douchbaggery is for people who have far few life prospects than i.

finally got the tumblr app for my blackberry so I can bitch about my roommate on the go! today’s complaint centers around him coming with my boyfriend and I to a friend’s birthday party, hosted by my boyfriend’s sister. I recognize that he knows the birthday girl too (better than I do, even) but I can’t handle him tagging along with my boyfriend and I. I feel like he’s too present already, let alone when I leave my apartment. but new job means much more income and a reason to move to a different neighbourhood for a change.

i wrote this today. srs business.