Weird Things...

So the weird guy that my mom and her blah of an ex tried to set me up with- still will not leave me alone. not once did I ever call this guy. not once have I talked to him on the phone. We spoke for 15 minutes in DECEMBER about how to play a board game- and he STILL won't stop contacting me even though I've told him I dont want to see him. he wrote me this weird email over myspace (oh the joy.) about how he guesses we're just not even going to try and how the blame for that lies in the person ignoring the other person, blah blah blah. All I can think at this point is- you're so crazy, its scary. this is not a guy out on a limb. this is a guy sawing down the tree next to my house in order to have something that's mine. freaky.

then, the guy at work- no, not the one who only wanted to take me on a date in order to get some- the guy i thought was just a cool guy. he emails me (what ever happened to hearing someone's fucking voice? why can't people just TALK to each other??) with the strangest email in the world. I sent him the location and time of a band that was playing and said- come on out if you want. he emails me back with 'on the planet of friends, in the friend hemisphere, in the nation state of friends, I just wanted to make sure that the friendship we've friendidly built remains friendly. and friendly only.'

i'm like- if you didn't like reggae you should have just said so. guys are so full of themselves. yes, obviously the only reason a girl at work would invite you (and 10 other people from work) to a local concert is because she's madly in love with you. good grief.

this stuff never happens to me- like literally never. I dont have boy drama. I've never had boy drama. maybe this is the reason why there are so many shows like this. unfortunately, i'm more of the- what are you talking about dude- type of girl.

strange.

speaking of local bands, i'm so proud of Bruce. every time I think of it i just get so excited about it. I just can't even... I'm so happy for him.

Brooke is going in for surgery on june 19th- a little plastic surgery for scarring, a little balloon inflation to enlarge the airway, a little removal of a possible obstruction- you know, things a 3 and half year old should never have to think about.

anyways- here's some pictures...

My work photo. this is me in front of one of our ridiculously expensive and unnecessary pieces of artwork. yay.

Artie's (blue shirt on left) going away party. I really do miss that guy...

Did I mention that I adopted two kittens from gina? Well here are the two little shits now (aren't they cute :))

Brooke Lynn and I- the cutest god-baby in the whole world.

My girls- Gina and Ruth... we're at La Bares. Enough said.