I can't stop staring.

This really is ridiculous. I can't stop staring at the trees outside my house. They're all yellow because it's fall, and the sun is setting over the Wal-Mart down the street, but it's just ... beautiful. Woah, I looked away for ten seconds and it's gone. It looks so polluted now. Oh well. Writing like this makes me sick. If I was some schmoe in Ohio or something reading this I'd think the author was a lame "tortured soul." Not to diss Ohio. Great place. Good pancakes. Clean air.
I hate my boss. SO MUCH. He's a pervert. He'll try to stare down my shirt while I file things. But he's so good at what he does, so what can I do. He even hit on my mother when she used to work there. My mother, for God's sake! Just because his wife is psycho and he has a nasty moustache and he's a pansy-ass journalist--woah, the sunset-glowing-trees are back. And now they're gone.
Well, I'm off to Cedar City tomorrow. And all that ensues.