haiii

i am upset at myself.

missing me

"a good sign that something is wrong in one's life is when he/she starts missing himself/herself."

same line i told my boyfriend last week.

he agreed.

now, i'm missing myself.

she hates me

i could almost taste her disdain at the sight of me.

and when she blurts her signature snide comments, my intestines give a hearty gurgle. she's annoyed by my presence, and i'm more than glad to act unaffected.

whenever i give her the innocent stare, or the blank side look, or the you-don't-exist-to-me-so-whatever-you-say-does-not-count attitude, i know i'm right into the bull's eye to bust her ego. and i am happily, deeply, professionally, cleverly, naturally letting her have her share of hell just because she prefers to not like me.

not my problem, eh.

clash of personalities? we don't even get to talk. i might even like her if she acts her age. it happens, a friend once told me, that by merely existing we make some other living creatures' lives miserable even if we don't intend to do so.

but. some law in physics says otherwise. she did whet my appetite. and i'm starting to mull over the idea of tossing the ball back.

at least i'll be doing it with class. that's a promise.