Hungry.

The problem with Mumsy's birthday falling on a Friday is that the grocery shopping is shot all to hell. I cannot drive legally the truck so I can't very well overcome my intense dislike for humanity at large and buy all kinds of food I wouldn't eat even if it was the last stuff left in the house. [I know, it's come to that.] Not that I wouldn't throw in nummy food for me as well, but the point is, I can't do it, captain. Yet the other drivers in the house don't think about this. So today's lunch? Sandwich. Which would be fine if I didn't suspect that someone had left the cheese out previously and then threw it back in the fridge, hoping someone wouldn't notice, and oh yeah, the bread was stale. All very annoying since I didn't have anything to eat when I got home from work, despite being dragged to Walmart and forced to walk around for the next hour. Newsflash: After standing for the last eight hours, I don't necessarily want to walk around aimlessly especially when there is no food at the end of the tunnel.

Speaking of work, if anyone remembers stories about Super Freak, the curly haired dude who thought it'd be cool to change into his girlie wear in the bathroom to show off for an audience of beyond creeped out employees [not because of the girlieness, mind you, but because he gives off creepy vibes, man] but hadn't been back since he was denied this opportunity... He's baaaaaack. Y'know that moment in movies where someone screams, "Nooooooooooo!" and it goes to slow-motion as they dive for something? Yeah, that'd be my mental reaction when I skipped up to the front register in time to see him introducing himself to Tracy. If I could have stopped it, I would have totally suffered the humiliation that was sure to follow. However, I was too far away to do any good. I hope like hell this doesn't mean he's back, because if so, ick. That might be the best motivator to find a new job there is. *twitch* On the other hand, if he's indeed a pharmacist, I wish I knew where he worked so I could NEVER go there.
Hurumph! The boy and Dad got lunch from one of the various sub shops. Not that I'm a sub girl myself, but I'd have happily handed the boy a ten and asked him to stop someplace I did like. HURUMPH.

Abandon me

It's funny. I never thought of myself as a particularly jealous person. I mean, sure, I have my moments where it creeps up on me and then I realize that I'm being a little nuttier than usual, and while it doesn't immediately go away, I tend to find something else to fixate on and then it's okay.

I will cop to being more than a little nosy. Depending on my boredom levels and the odds of something truly interesting popping up, I've been known to snoop around when I know full well I shouldn't. Part of that is a masochistic streak a mile wide, and part of it is normal curiosity. I am exceptionally bored right now, but instead of singing off and doing something useful, I thought I'd check various people's journals. Because, again, nosy, remember?

So we check his and notice for the first time that either he knows more than one Starr, which is entirely possible, or it's the extremely infamous ex. So I peek. See masochistic streak. I should point out that I laughed untl I damn near cried when I was first told of her, and I still crack an evil grin anytime her name is mentioned in passing because it's usually followed by some variation of, "that whore." Which amuses me, because in addition to being masochistic, I'm also more than a little bitchy. At the same time, I'm also wary of her for assorted reasons, the least of which is this long winded, "Gee, I hope Impy isn't jealous or upset or something over something she might have seen over my shoulder" thing I found on the old computer one day when searching for some lost file. That was due to being nosy and reading an email over his shoulder that ended with something like "love ya" which, while a little vexing, isn't really anything to get worked up over. Being kind of elbowed out of the way and then finding two paragraphs or more that wax poetic about whether this bothered me or not, and if it did, perhaps it's because I had one little, itty bitty secret in my past and he was [at the time] still upset about being the other dude. Not my finest hour, yeah.

So. Snooping. Starr.

Curiosity gets the better of me and I clickity click, and he's commenting, still walking that strange fine line between being friendly and a bit too friendly. Last I heard, they weren't exactly on the best of terms, considering that whore seems to be more than a pet name. *cough* Anyway, seems I missed the update as he's inviting her to hang out with him. Fantabulous. So, that in mind, I peek at her "about me" and nearly die. I knew she was younger than me [as that was part of the hysterical laughter way back when] There are certain things a girl just never needs to know. Like, that anyone she would be attracted to would be attracted to someone who doesn't know her way around a keyboard, for one. Or that "to" and "too" are not interchangeable. Or that "lol" is not meant to be shoved sixty times into any given sentence. Sentences also end in something other than ........ Punctuation is our friend, even if I butcher it horribly on a daily basis, okay? She's one of those people you wish you could reach out and beat to a bloody pulp should you run into them online. What the hell?

Oi. Just oi.