No, Ma’am. It may be "A Very Espanol Christmas" at your desk, but I won’t have it. ANY of it. Apparently she thinks her music is turned low enough that it surely won’t bother her co-workers. Well, Feliz Noyoudont, it DOES. This is the same chick with the extra-loud default Nokia cell phone ring. In our pin-drop audible environment, that f’ing Nokia ring might as well be a chainsaw. It scares the shit out of me, day in and out, and has undoubtedly taken minutes, if not hours, off my life. I’m gonna secret santa that bitch some earbuds.

The little webbed piece of skin that extends between my thumb and index finger was slammed between two 5 pound weights the other night. It didn’t break the skin, but stung like hell, and is now all bloody from the inside.

While Hurricane “Toothpaste Thief” Houseguest was in town, we ventured to The Roundup one evening. We encountered not one, but TWO of The Heartbreaker’s best friends. While one inquired about the identity of the hot guy I had been chatting with earlier at the gym (Toothpaste Thief), the other told me I looked hot. Too bad The Heartbreaker wasn’t around to see all this. And yeah, before the night ended, his best buddy told me twice more how hot I looked. More than basking in ego strokes, I just wanted to be sure the news made its way back to THB.

There’s this fun Irish guy in the office… he has a cute accent, always wears ugly ties, but it’s kind of cute because he’s outgoing and friendly. He may be family. He just came by to borrow my stapler. Mmm hmm. The ole can-I-borrow-your-stapler-oops-I-stapled-my-phone-number-to-your-shirt trick. Or not. He said hi, commented on my new desk decor, and was off.

The Real World is coming to Austin. Oh wait… so.