These things happen. Today the Ex emailed me. He started emailing me this year, as in 2006. Why? I don’t know. All of the emails say the same thing, I love you; I miss you; I’ll always love you; blah blah blah. Only slightly inappropriate since he is married with child. Anyway today’s email requested my phone number. My phone number! The one that goes with my new rockin’ SVLR. WTF Mate?

What do I do? Like an idiot I give it to him. Stupidity: 1. I told him in reply email that I wouldn’t answer for the rest of this week. Still STUPID/ But it’s not like it is Becks stupid.

This goes so well with my stressful job. That’s right Mother Bitches my job is stressful. The BBC said so!

Perhaps I’ll go do my job for a cool company instead.

And now for a random fact about Chuck Norris: The sweat from Chuck Norris’ testicles is considered a delicacy in certain regions of Guatemala.

Quote of the day:

The demons that could only be killed by urinating directly onto them, dissolving and screeching in a steaming mass of flesh, like the Wicked Witch of the West melting, if the Land of Oz was an underground fetish club designed by George A. Romero.

from AKA

Today was interesting. People actually asked me for help and I was able to do so. However helping people has made my feet smell and not like cheetos (the cheese that goes crunch) as was prone to happen in the past.

Trying to clean up Gretchen for Delphos’s impending arrival. Slowly but surely I have gotten the kitchen less gross. Tomorrow is the lawn–I know I’ve been saying that for a week, but I’m serious this time and vacuuming. Whee!

Oh yes, one more work related thing. Student Worker H showed up today to tell him that he quit. How annoying. Not even two weeks notice. I’m irked. There is no way he’d get a good recommendation from me. That shit isn’t cool.

The weekend rocked. The Mardi Gras party on Friday was loads of fun. Hanging out with the university people was interesting and I got to hear some inside scoop on the politics at play. & I somehow left with more alcohol than I showed up with: score.

I ended up going to Bear’s house, as I had to drop him off anyway. Three beers later when I was really drunk I asked him to stop flirting with me. He seemed a little shocked, but agreed. He’s a nice guy and I like him, but it’s easier to be friends with someone when they aren’t flirting with you. He did cut me off from the beer, which was fine, but he was a bit of a dick about it. Even saying perhaps we shouldn’t discuss this now as you won’t remember it. HA! I’ve been that drunk and I wasn’t quite there.

Of course he woke up early and headed out. I whined and he let me sleep longer. I was horribly, horribly hungover. I had a fever break that’s how hungover I was. What did I learn? White castle burgers are not a good idea when drunk.

Saturday I rested/recovered for most of the day. I also watched Eraserhead. I watched the whole thing. Some said I wouldn’t do it, but ha I did. And it is very David Lynch. Very much so.

Anyway post-Eraserhead I talked to MF Chris and we decided food was a good idea. Originally it was going to be italian, but there was a wait and fuck that shit; mexican is good/home/perfect anyway with no wait. We split a pitcher of margaritas and enjoyed delicious mexican-stylin food.

Bear had invited us over to hang out so we decided to take him up on that. We stopped by the liquor store to pick up fancy beer (you know not cheap-nasty American stuff). I got a bottle of “grocery store” chiraz out of the truck that was banging around and we set off. We were discussing bad boys versus the nice guys when we pulled up at Bear’s house and a comment about moisturizer was made. This pretty much set the tone for the evening–anyone who uses not one but two moisturizers while shaving…well GAY.

I had a great time and it was cool to see two people chat and declare friendship. Oh and Bear’s new guitar is very nice. Plus, in the WWE tradition here’s the myspace for Butch Walker, this guy that Bear has been going on about for the past week or so.

Anything else? Not so much. MF Chris did give me the camera as promised back at New Year’s so I’ll be all over taking pictures of stuff! Word.

Instead of mowing the lawn or going to the gym what do I do? I go to Beef’s and get plied with beer. Of course I am wearing the Free State Brewery shirt that claims, “without beer things do not seem to go as well.” Doh.

It’s cool. I’ll eat some chicken and then go to the Mardi Gras party. MF Chris has backed out, but I didn’t really expect him to pull through either. John is going, so at least 3 people will be there. Rock fist up!

Um….that’s all I got.

I can’t figure out what ringtone I want on my phone. Well, that’s not true, I know which one I want, I created it thanks to Wired. However, since I don’t exactly have the SLVR all tricked out with a memory card yet I’m having issues, plus I get one free ringtone from Cingular. Any suggestions?

Note to self: no more thinking about/talking about work. It’s just easier that way.

I don’t get pissy and people don’t start acting funny around me.

Delphos is coming to visit next week. That should be loads of fun.

& there is a Mardi Gras party on Friday. That will be good.

Is it the placement of my desk? Or what?

I am treated as a secretary by the student and half of the faculty. I am not asked actual library questions. They ask the student assistants (which have been told repeatedly to refer them to me) or Tao or Krystal.

Plus, I’ve started noticing this more and more. African-American students will go directly to Krystal for help. Even though 9 out of 10 times she tells them the wrong thing, I know this because I pay attention and they end up coming to me for help. They go to Tao for help on software that he doesn’t know anything about or for tech questions when that isn’t what they are really asking.

I guess it’s the reference librarian in me that gets pissed off. I butt in a lot and help; but the times I don’t the student ends up coming to me later anyway. And quite frankly I’m pissed off about it.

I’m about ready to chart the breakdowns in the library, putting my systems analysis class to direct use.

MF Chris so rudely interrupted my dream last night. No he didn’t phone or text or IM he showed up in my dream completely uninvited. Dreaming about friends creeps me out. My normal dreams of pedaphiles and murders are strange enough-when I start dreaming about dating friends; it’s a sign I need help.

I blame him for this. It must be his fault. I don’t know how, but it is. And for some reason he isn’t accepting the blame. What’s up with that?

Perhaps it’s the lack of very cold weather or more likely it’s because I only talk to people once a week or so. Not the small-talk/work-talk but the discussion of ideas talk. Anyway…

Watched T3 last night. And yes it is my favorite. I don’t care what anyone else says.

Saeri says that Lewis & I are dating. I disagree, because seriously can you date someone through IM? And if we are dating, then I’m definitely cheating on him with Jett and text messaging.

Been looking at my vacation calendar & I think I’m going to have to cancel at least half of it due to a shortage of funds. Which totally sucks. I really wanted to go back to Lawrence in May. Damn you shopping/eat/living large habit!