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Plz remove that sign from my forehead

That reads: PLEASE LIE TO ME AGAIN, BECAUSE I'M ALL KINDS OF FORGIVING, AND HEARING YOU LIE -- OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER -- SHOWS ME HOW MUCH YOU RESPECT ME!! Weeeeee! GADS. Alrighty. Glad I got THAT out of my system.



Went outside and MAN...they ain't nevah lied about it being "breezy" today. I literally had to hang on to a guardrail to keep from being slung about by the wind. It was kinda frightening. LOL. There were four Mallards sitting on the lawn...not waddling around eating, not copulating (as they're wont to do right now), not flying or hissing -- just sitting. They, too, are scared of Mother Nature's wrathful breezes. That's NOT A BREEZE...THAT'S A FREAKIN' TORNADO.

Yeah, so that was joyous. My hair has that "I really just GOT IT put to me" look and I didn't even get a kiss. Meh! Not that I'd be kissing at work. But you know, stranger things have happened. I just don't write about 'em here. Thank God for that hot oil treatment. Otherwise, there's NO WAY I could've gotten a comb through this crap after the wind-tunnel treatment.

Um...the new, young girl (who I was SURE is a lipstick lesbian), is, in fact, exactly that...and WOOO GUESS WHO SHE HAS A CRUSH ON?

Noooooooooooooooooooo! God. She flat-out asked me to meet her after work for coffee (she doesn't drink), and it was just like a guy asking me. Same look. Same approach. She was all happy to see me (it's been a couple of weeks; I've been hiding out around here), and GEEZ. I told her that it was sweet of her to think of me (still trying to play it off), but that I had SO MUCH work to do here and at home, etc. etc. ...She corrected me quickly, letting me know that um, it wasn't a "just friends" kinda thang.

So...I'm not at all homophobic, nor am I insulted when this happens (although usually I just get stares and smiles...or the occasional one-liner instead of being HIT ON), but I did tell her that after the mishaps of former "love interests" in the company, I'd made a command decision -- no mo of all that. SEE? Everybody wins in that case. I told her, however, that I value her friendship (which I do), and that I was glad she thought...um, so well of me. She is a cutie. Maybe she's bi. That's the in thing these days, although I'll never understand it. Okay...I do understand it (for girls), but...the reasons for it are...just...yeah. Won't write any more about all that.

Am still getting those crazed chain-mails at work. I've tried, subtly, to tell the senders NOT to, but they continue. *sigh* They also know when I delete 'em without reading 'em. LOL. Was confronted about it this morning. It was funny, and maybe now, she gets it. :>

Alrighty, lunch is over, the weirdness for today has already happened, so it should be allllllllll downhill from here. Was forced to send a "sealed-deal" mail to Mikey, because he has become the bane of my existence. That lying thing he's got going is surpassed only by The Warden (and I told him this); and yet, he STILL tries. At least he knows me in real life, isn't STALKING ME, unlike INTERNET FRUITLOOP TARGET BOY, and contains his "plz talk to me" crap in yahoo e-mails. Those are tolerable, since I just empty that crap whenever I see the "from" addy. :> Heh. I'm not even tempted to read anymore. Cannot stomach that much story-telling in one day, unless it's done by Erica Jong or Tom Robbins.

Having said that, we outta hurr.

The end.

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Here is Belladonna, the Lady of the Rocks,
The lady of situations.
Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,
And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card
Which is blank, is something that he carries on his back,
Which I am forbidden to see. I do not find
The Hanged Man. Fear death by water.
I see crowds of people, walking round in a ring.
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Tell her I bring the horoscope myself;

One must be so careful these days.
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