Friday, December 05, 2003
My nemesis is in the new building with me. We have exchanged few words, I once asked him where someone sat (the girl I fancied and found out was married, if you can remember her) and he replied tersely. That is the extent of our discourse, yet I hate him with a force I'd not have thought possible. He clearly despises me too. He is around forty, sandy haired, ineffectual and weak chinned. Somehow our bladders seem to have become synchronised. It's only a matter of time until we shoulder barge each other in corridors. I saw him in the bathroom today. He didn't wash his hands. Dirty bastard.
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