Monday, February 6, 2012

*_*

Nothing says "Fuck Monday!" like a huge eyed kitten.

Tomorrow's a Full Moon. I know, I looked it up. I could feel it in my $&*#^@! bones before I did so.

Today has served as an worthy precursor to the Full Moon. I've been barked at and ignored so many times today I'm surprised I still work here. The nicest thing that happened today was my being added to someone's network on LinkedIn. I don't know her. She looks nice, though...

Look at the kitten again.

I didn't watch the Super Bowl yesterday, so I didn't 'get to see' Madonna bounce around like what one critic called 'a Greco-Roman cheerleader'. She really might be too old for this. Gaga's wearin' meat, so Madge has to gladiate. Whatever, honey. Men are talking about the game and your new song still blows.

It's come to my attention that certain women* gravitate towards me. I'm flattered, unless they're annoying.

The water cooler is situated very close to her work station. I go there to fetch hot water for tea. She talks to me an awful lot for someone who doesn't know me. This morning...

"Good morning, how are you?"

I smiled. Weakly, I'd imagine, it was early.

"Eh, I'm not sure yet." Guffaw.

She looked at me. Stone faced.

"You always say that to me."

Blink.

On Friday, I was walking away from her and she told me she liked the back pockets on my jeans. She's pretty hot and cold, man. Maybe I should ask her out.

One of the things pissing me off about today is having work to do but waiting on someone else to hold up their end of the so-called work partnership. I feel like I'm working on a history class project with a bunch of deadbeats.

Look at the kitten again.

PS and I have been watching Luck (HBO). I didn't realize this was Dustin Hoffman's first TV role. I really like it. He's playing it pretty buttoned down and it's good. This show is meant to be a slow burn, don't expect fireworks if you watch it. But it's been worth it so far.

An early night for me tonight, I reckon. I'm beat and beaten up. It'll be me and Mr. King, methinks.







Kitten.






* 40-something blonde women of Russian descent




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