Every now and then I get a little bit lonely and you're never coming round.
There she is, sitting there as if nothing were the matter. Nothing in the world. Just sitting at her quaint little desk on the corner outside my office. Donna always does her work, not a care in the world; nothing. Then again, I sit here in my office praying and hoping that she would come in here for no apparent reason just to chat, but there is no chance. Just a lonely man named Joshua Lyman, her boss, incredibly in love with her.
Every now and then I get a little bit tired of list'ning to the sound of my tears.
Here she comes. Oh god, what should I do? Maybe I should wait and see what she wants first. She has the pile of papers that I gave her to do an hour ago, most likely completed. No worries then. I can survive. I'll just lounge back in my chair and.
Every now and then I get a little bit nervous that the best of all the years have gone by.
. the chair collapses. She rushes over to help me up. She must think I look very stupid, but surprisingly, she looked worried. I thanked her for the help and lifted my chair. My face is hot; my lips pursed. I wonder if I should say something to her about how much I'm obsessed with her and how I want to spend the rest of my life with her. nah. We've been friends since she came to work for me in 99, I shouldn't go much further, it would probably ruin it. All those years, a whole 3 years she's worked for me. Beautiful three years.
Every now and then I get a little bit terrified and then I see the look in your eyes.
And those eyes, so content, yet so full of excitement and energy. Looking at me she clears her throat and says:
"Um, Toby wants to see you in 5 minutes; the President goes on in 25, and CJ says that Simon's funeral is tomorrow and would like you to accompany her. Do you need anything?" God, why does she ask such things, can't she see what she's doing to me? I mean, when Amy and I had it going, we were all over each other, we knew that we loved one another. Then she lost her job and blamed it all on me; that's when we broke up. But Donna. Donna is a sweet breath of fresh air, full of joy and laughter, except when she's with me. I think I need to lighten up, act not as her boss. but her friend. Lets give it a try.
Every now and then, I fall apart. every now and then I fall apart.
Donna's a perfect example of womanhood. Blonde, beautiful hair, blue eyes, skin as pale as the moon itself. and klutziness. She just tripped over her own feet. But who cares. What a beautiful woman.
"Josh?" Sam just walked in.
"Yah,"
"Um, The President wants to see you in 20 minutes, Laurie just called my office, hoping to get a hold of you, and I would like to know if you are coming on Saturday?" Sam said quickly. I pondered his statement.
"Tell him I'll be there, give Laurie the right number, and of course I'll be there on Saturday, who's the best man?" I smiled a weak smile and went back to my papers, hoping that Sam is ignoring my beet red face.
"Yeah. thanks man," Sam left the office and walked into Cj's bullpen. I set my pen down and started banging my head on my desk. God, how could I have forgotten? Sam's wedding? And just who does he have to marry? Tell me. who?
Donna.
There she is, sitting there as if nothing were the matter. Nothing in the world. Just sitting at her quaint little desk on the corner outside my office. Donna always does her work, not a care in the world; nothing. Then again, I sit here in my office praying and hoping that she would come in here for no apparent reason just to chat, but there is no chance. Just a lonely man named Joshua Lyman, her boss, incredibly in love with her.
Every now and then I get a little bit tired of list'ning to the sound of my tears.
Here she comes. Oh god, what should I do? Maybe I should wait and see what she wants first. She has the pile of papers that I gave her to do an hour ago, most likely completed. No worries then. I can survive. I'll just lounge back in my chair and.
Every now and then I get a little bit nervous that the best of all the years have gone by.
. the chair collapses. She rushes over to help me up. She must think I look very stupid, but surprisingly, she looked worried. I thanked her for the help and lifted my chair. My face is hot; my lips pursed. I wonder if I should say something to her about how much I'm obsessed with her and how I want to spend the rest of my life with her. nah. We've been friends since she came to work for me in 99, I shouldn't go much further, it would probably ruin it. All those years, a whole 3 years she's worked for me. Beautiful three years.
Every now and then I get a little bit terrified and then I see the look in your eyes.
And those eyes, so content, yet so full of excitement and energy. Looking at me she clears her throat and says:
"Um, Toby wants to see you in 5 minutes; the President goes on in 25, and CJ says that Simon's funeral is tomorrow and would like you to accompany her. Do you need anything?" God, why does she ask such things, can't she see what she's doing to me? I mean, when Amy and I had it going, we were all over each other, we knew that we loved one another. Then she lost her job and blamed it all on me; that's when we broke up. But Donna. Donna is a sweet breath of fresh air, full of joy and laughter, except when she's with me. I think I need to lighten up, act not as her boss. but her friend. Lets give it a try.
Every now and then, I fall apart. every now and then I fall apart.
Donna's a perfect example of womanhood. Blonde, beautiful hair, blue eyes, skin as pale as the moon itself. and klutziness. She just tripped over her own feet. But who cares. What a beautiful woman.
"Josh?" Sam just walked in.
"Yah,"
"Um, The President wants to see you in 20 minutes, Laurie just called my office, hoping to get a hold of you, and I would like to know if you are coming on Saturday?" Sam said quickly. I pondered his statement.
"Tell him I'll be there, give Laurie the right number, and of course I'll be there on Saturday, who's the best man?" I smiled a weak smile and went back to my papers, hoping that Sam is ignoring my beet red face.
"Yeah. thanks man," Sam left the office and walked into Cj's bullpen. I set my pen down and started banging my head on my desk. God, how could I have forgotten? Sam's wedding? And just who does he have to marry? Tell me. who?
Donna.
