Toni Collette again

I am dissapointed again to tell everyone that I am thinking of Tony Collette again. I'm partial to her with blonde hair. I hired a new women two weeks ago and she is already kind of pushing me around. She is more aggressive than me and she doesn't mess around. I intentionally picked her because I know I had no sttraction to her. She reminded me of my first girlfriend in high school. That sounds skewed but I am really over the high school girlfriend and I instantly put all that on to this new woman. She told me she is going to go to dental college and I beleive her. She has a plan all mapped out and she is very sure of it. She will draw in the twenty to thirty year old male we need. Someone in the office will be happy.
I was asked to be on the board of directors for this wheelchair sports program and at the first meeting I could not stop talking to this young blonde quad in a wheelchair. It was instant love, lust or crush I'm not sure. She put her hand on mine when I said something funny. Her friend had her antenae up and felt the vibe and did not look at me nice. I mentioned my kids and wife for protection but I don't think it worked. She is not after me and I played it straight. She is in graduate school and I am going to get her a job without her knowing it. She wants to meet Mitch Daniels the governer and I am going to arrange that too. I will do it all discreetly. It's just a crush. I will approach it simply for the pleasure of being around her. I love the movie Other Side of the Mountain. It is on my all time list. That movie is one of the cornerstones of my life. I'm not sure if it the root of my Tao or my mantra. She does that little bit of spit thing when she talks that makes me crazy. It's the same old she is my wife replica thing. As I have stated in the past I always get this way and realize later the only attraction is that they share some resemblance to my wife.
I am going to eat phillie cream cheese rolled in slices of chipped beef for lunch. It used to be salami but that is too greasy for a healthy person like me. I would not hear the end of it from the women in the office. God forbid the cash cow keels over. They only nurture me enough to keep me alive. They might care more than that but maybe not. They are starting to wish I would bring in my ukelelee and sing some songs in the office. The winter time is wearing them down. Some of the regualrs are complaining and asking behind my back if something bad is going on in my life. They don't want me to be depressed. They tell them I am simply throwing a stubborn temper tantrum. They jibed me yesterday about how I should auditin for American Idol. Than they hurt my feelings telling me I would be on the outtakes. They are mean.