Weekly memo: I'm a God Damn Secretary
Sept 15, 2015 17:05:44 GMT -8
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Post by Denise on Sept 15, 2015 17:05:44 GMT -8
'I love you, and I'm going to die.'
What does one even say to that? I literally can't even think of a response.
I should have come alone, there is a reason you don't let men do this kind of work. They are all egos and posturing. There is no reason to compare the size of my dick to a werewolf. I can just order a bigger one offline, free two day shipping even.
We are terribly different you see. Charlie and I, have always been opposite sides of the coin. I mean sure we work well together, we are always together on things but what I mean is... Our approach. He shouldn't have walked back to them.
He cares a lot about the rest of us so I can only partly blame him. The Chang family was the first to keep us, or us keep them. The whole situation is a little confusing. And by situation I mean us. See Charlie likes to push people, know their limits, sure you can know what someone is thinking but people change at a moments notice. I mean take Juan for example, he goes from leader to hold this while I stab a man in the blink of an eye.
What I'm getting at is yes, someone lost something. There are few things I can do without in this world, my Charlie is one of them. But I still have Charlie, he just doesn't have me.
I don't feel bad about running. I'm not a psychic, not a fighter, not some spirit seeing, mind object moving, sin eating ghost seeing thing, the list goes on freak show. I'm a God damn secretary here to escape the soul crushing monotony of a key board.
Color me not impressed since I'll believe whatever is in front of me, the facts are shit is real. I mean fuck you could tell me you are the tooth fairy on your off time and I'll smile and nod like I do to every other ass hat who comes along.
So it's not that I don't care, its not that I'm not afraid... it's just... I'm not panicking...
What does one even say to that? I literally can't even think of a response.
I should have come alone, there is a reason you don't let men do this kind of work. They are all egos and posturing. There is no reason to compare the size of my dick to a werewolf. I can just order a bigger one offline, free two day shipping even.
We are terribly different you see. Charlie and I, have always been opposite sides of the coin. I mean sure we work well together, we are always together on things but what I mean is... Our approach. He shouldn't have walked back to them.
He cares a lot about the rest of us so I can only partly blame him. The Chang family was the first to keep us, or us keep them. The whole situation is a little confusing. And by situation I mean us. See Charlie likes to push people, know their limits, sure you can know what someone is thinking but people change at a moments notice. I mean take Juan for example, he goes from leader to hold this while I stab a man in the blink of an eye.
What I'm getting at is yes, someone lost something. There are few things I can do without in this world, my Charlie is one of them. But I still have Charlie, he just doesn't have me.
I don't feel bad about running. I'm not a psychic, not a fighter, not some spirit seeing, mind object moving, sin eating ghost seeing thing, the list goes on freak show. I'm a God damn secretary here to escape the soul crushing monotony of a key board.
Color me not impressed since I'll believe whatever is in front of me, the facts are shit is real. I mean fuck you could tell me you are the tooth fairy on your off time and I'll smile and nod like I do to every other ass hat who comes along.
So it's not that I don't care, its not that I'm not afraid... it's just... I'm not panicking...
