WTF times three

As do all mondays go, they pretty much suck. Miller the newly single freelancer was back in the office and making my already miserable morning more miserable by playing Justin Timberlake over and over again on his iTunes. If my pathetic silly little crush for the dirtbag has not died already, it might as well leap off a building and do now.

And he was making it way too easy. After getting sick of his own music, he started to ask me over MSN if I missed him when he was not around. I was like, are you kidding me?! I mean seriously, who goes around asking other people if they miss them? Seriously!

If that wasn't much of an injury, he then told me that he's going to see a movie with a new chick instead of with me. Once again, what's wrong with that dude?! I think I would remember if I promise something as ridiculous that. As if time spent in the office with him was not torture enough. Some boys like teasing girls; he confuses them.

Later in the day, there I was having a solitary break in the pantry, when he came in and rambled on about how there were two girls interested in him right now. I wasn't listening. My peach tea was more interesting. Then a bombeshell: He said that I should have asked him out. Once more with feeling: What-huh what-the freaking bloody heck?! If this was some thinly veiled attempt at asking for date, then I'm lost for words that probably have been regurgitated over my peach tea.

Miller will be back tomorrow. I'm thinking of calling in sick. Literally.