So, Only Other Girl At Work comes into my office and sets down Original Cute Boy's birthday card for me to sign. Before she came in, I was browsing the net for a present for someone I care about bunches for Christmas so I was already in that frame of mind. Add to it that my phone was ringing AND Only Other Girl At Work was standing over me asking me questions about Veronique since her picture is on my desk and my brain couldn't think of ONE SINGLE THING THAT WASN'T RETARDED to write on the card and I scribble:
Original Cute Boy, Hope you have a happy birthday! [heart] KateThen my stomach falls on the floor when I see the
[heart].So I scribbled it out while saying, "ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod."
And then thrust the card back to Only Other Girl At Work and covered my face with my hands.
She looks at me kind of funny and says, "what's wrong?"
I'm all
nothing. I just can't think, that's all.
So she looks at the card and sees my scribbled out place before my name and says, loudly, "Oh my god, did you just write
I love you?"
Labels: At work, Being Retarded, birthday, My pathetic excuse for a love life, un-fucking-believable
