Ok, it’s official. God is fucking with me. And I don’t like it.
Explain to me how in ALL the places to work in Orlando, I start working at a company where the sister of my little buddy Caleb, Tina’s niece is working at the same place, 20 feet from me. I mean really people. Seriously? What did I ever do to deserve this. Now, I have even less of a choice to think about the kids, and that damn girl. I don’t think I’ll be able to not make a comment about the new guy, or resist asking about Caleb and wanting to see him.
I’m fucking sending my resume back out.
The Break-up Diaries 