Random Esquire

Something is wrong with me because I feel like bugging Boss. I do not have any good reason for this other than I like her attention. Is this how Little Filthy feels all of the time?

Boss is writing a paper tonight. I typically proofread her papers. This once saved her from turning in a paper which lauded a race and education study that concentrated on caucasian students. Except, to paraphrase, it read something like this: “I’m glad there was finally a study of white kids in education.” What she meant was that it was interesting to read how race affects white children in elementary education. What it sounded like was, “Well, thank God someone finally thought of the white kids.”

This is made more amusing to me because I am half white. Boss is a WASP. One of my joys is when Boss says something distinctly “non-white” and I say, “Honey, it is so cute when you act ethnic.”

I still feel like bugging Boss. These things happen. Sometimes, I am just one big Boss Attention Deficit. I have Boss Attention Deficit Disorder. BADD. I like to admit these things. It makes me feel like a bigger person. As if somehow, admitting this insane need to have even her ice cold feet on me in bed makes me a more honest and raw human being.

I am going to read this to her now and see what she says.

She said, “You’re retarded.”