Now! 100% More Intimidated! in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

Damn Google.

Just found AtH’s wedding photos from a high-society magazine website. Fuck. Married only two years ago, so they must’ve been together a long time before that (10 year-old kid). To his credit, he did tell me that his ex-wife was a model. But FUCK!! She’s absolutely, insanely stunning. They could not have been a more attractive couple. The article was cute, too. Triple fuck.

Also, he’s so accomplished. There are something like 180 Google entries about his successes, awards, art exhibits, connections, and the charity foundation that he created to benefit inner city youth.

And!!

In other news, my boss quit today. That’s right. My brand new boss at my brand new job. I now get to endure the stress of getting a new fucking boss who might hate me and fire my fat ass. In the meantime, double work.

Fuckity fuck fuck.

Must think positively.

First of all, only been on one stinking date with AtH, the extremely successful/charitable model-marrier with the impeccably decorated loft. He’s seen me at my worst (taking out the trash), and still wanted to go out. AND. Think about it. He could be on a dating frenzy anyway. Certainly on the rebound. He needs to have his fun. Perhaps it’s completely refreshing for him to hang out with a neighbor and not have to worry about putting on his tux and writing acceptance speeches.

And as far as the boss goes…well. I suppose it’s time to step up to the plate. I was planning on doing it anyway, the timing’s just been accelerated. I’m not really prepared, but I’m going to do what I need to do anyway.

Brace yourself. It might be a bumpy ride.