And on a more cheerful note...

Figured you guys need to know that I'm fine, as usual. I mean, the fact that my whole 'you've been dumped' party consisted of my taking out people to a movie after setting up the event, and then going for pancakes, although everyone had work the next morning and left early... I'm sure you care... right?

So I went into work today with a sneaking suspicion that Karen was doing her usual books on Thursday morning, and forgot to open the store so I could take over working there from 2-9. Guess what... she forgot to open the store. That was fun, thankfully I was able to get a co-worker in so I didn't have to work an eleven and a half hour shift without a break. I still haven't gotten a hold of her... sigh.

But I had a busy week. I went test-driving with Dave on Monday. Yipee, although I've made the grim discovery that I've become a car elitest. First we took out the Nissan Armada. As the name suggests, it's big. Really big. So big in fact that it has two DVD players for the middle and back rows of seats. The salesman, however, kindly suggested that I consider the Pathfinder because it's cuter. Next up was the Mitsu Eclipse Spyder GTX. When I first drove this car I almost peed myself. The V6 sounded amazing, it had awesome power, the stereo was incredible... and now- sigh. I mean I work with at least double the amount of horsepower. Double! That means I get to any speed I want twice as fast. Don't get me wrong, I love my Civic, even with a third of the power, but after driving CTSs, G35Xs, and 300Cs, I just can't compare. Wow, I'll never be able to buy a car again.

Oh, and I'm going to Star Wars tonight. The best part is, it's with a group that dresses up which means it will be at least three levels of awesome, especially with my super-spy camera (What do you mean camera? That's my schedule... bwa ha ha ah). Yup. It'll be great.

As for the rest of you, what can I say. I mean I keep you around to keep me entertained and quite frankly you're doing a crappy job of it. I mean I have to call around to get some lovin'. Call around! You should all be lined up on my extremely long and steep driveway begging me to hang out with you and bestow some of my uber-coolness upon your likes. But no. "Hi, Mrs Kate, can Kate come out and play? What's that? Too busy with her boyfriend and working? Sniff sniff... alright, tell her I said hi. Mrs. Dave can your son and I go on a play date? Nope? Too busy with his jaw wired shut? Okay, I'll egg his room later." I mean what kind of crappy excuses do you have that prevents you from catering to my every whim? Work? School? Significant others? In surgery? These petty excuses make me laugh. Bwa ha ha ha. BWA HA HA HA... sob, I'm so lonely.

And on that note, just to FYI you all, I'm dissapearing on Sunday, I think. I don't know where. I may or may not bring along my stuffed Stitch doll, and I may or may not tell my Dad. Meh. So if you suckers are all like... oh, of course I called you (wink wink) I've been calling all weekend and you just weren't home, or answering any of you calls, or emails, which I left plenty of (wink wink), then I'm going to slap you silly you hoser when I get back knowing that you are so full of crap that your eyes are brown... or green given what you last ate. Hmm, do I know people with blue eyes?

Anyway, that about wraps it up. Yup. Fun-o-rama. See all of you suckers later...

(Inside thought: maybe if I was nicer to those bum friends of mine and didn't call them suckers... maybe they would call, or be nice? Maybe deep down I keep a heartless and cold exterior because I don't know how to be loved? Maybe if I play up this whole sympathy-I'm-really-deep card they'll buy me presents? Yup, sounds good)

Oh, woe is me.