I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him!!! I really do. I hate him so much.
I HATE JOSHUA LYMAN!! See I really do.
Why does he do this to me? Everyday he does this to me. Everyday he walks in here looking ever so slightly dishevelled with his stupid battered brief case and that wonderful light in his eyes. No, no, no light in his eyes. His eyes are not allowed to be lit, no part of him whatsoever is allowed to be lit! I hate him, I do…honest
I hate his sarcastic comments
I hate the way he still tries to me make me get him coffee
I hate the way he looks like a lost puppy when he's made a mistake, or just all the time
I hate the way, when he's stood next to me, I can smell his cologne and hear every breath and how my entire body is in tune with every move he makes.
I hate his smile.
I hate the way he listens to all me useless information
I hate the way he surprises me once in a while, like the book he got me for Christmas and the message in it. You know I hate that message, it was terrible, didn't make me feel special in anyway or that he was the most caring and wonderful man I'd ever known, no sir….
I hate the way he makes me feel, like how when he's nearby I can't think about anything but him and all I see is him.
I hate the way it feels like he owns my heart but doesn't even know it.
I hate the way he can make me smile.
I hate the way he can talk to me and make me feel so special and as though no one else matters in the world because WE'RE talking.
I hate how good-looking he is.
I hate how he doesn't realise how much I hate him!
Cos I hate him, I really do, I hate him so much……..
"Hey Donna, could you run by Leo and ask him about the thing."
"Sure."
"You ok?"
"Yeah, great"
