I had a long work week. Friday night I had a run-in with a pompous asshole who obviously has a small penis and compensates for that by moronically flaunting the little bit of power he has at work. As he is my superior, I had to check myself so as not to end up getting myself in trouble over an idiot. It’s not worth it. He and people like him only intensify my motivation to succeed so that one day, I can possibly become THEIR superior and handle them accordingly. I remember everyone who pisses me off.
Not to mention I only had to deal with him anyway because a horse-faced, sickeningly skinny bitch of a coworker didn’t want to do her job and so I was forced into doing it for her. Again, I remember everyone who pisses me off.
Saturday night I had to do involuntary overtime. That always blows, but the extra money in the paycheck never hurts, so I can’t complain too much. In fact, I already spent some of my upcoming riches. I did a little shopping today to help myself wind down from my less-than-great week. Today’s take…
…a couple of sundresses (from the Macy’s Juniors department, of all places), the Yves Saint Laurent “Parisienne” perfume I’ve been wanting forever now (via a gift set complete with an Armani make-up/toiletry bag I’ll never use), and a couple of MAC eyeshadows. Shopping makes me happy 🙂
The associate who sold me the perfume was really friendly. Almost too friendly. On one hand, it seemed like he might’ve been flirting. On the other hand, my “gaydar” was going off.
I never heard from Mr. Smooth after last week’s text messages. I don’t really care. I do find something interesting though: A colleague is throwing a party next month and he recently made a Facebook event page for it. I wrote on the event page wall several days ago to advise that I’m going. Not even 30 minutes afterward, here comes Mr. Smooth right after me putting his 2 cents in about going to the party, even using some of my exact same wording. I just found that funny. I’m not gonna say he did that because of me, but it’s awfully coincidental considering that he’s so low key on Facebook usually. Part of me thinks he did that to annoy me.
I have an old friend, Mandingo (I feel bad naming him that, but he IS Nigerian and it’s the first thing I thought of…LOL) who seems to have redeveloped an interest. He and I had sex a couple of times in late 2007. It was a mutual bootycall thing; I wasn’t particularly interested in him like that nor was he in me. We’ve kept in touch since then with the occasional AIM chat and Facebook friendship, but I haven’t seen him since then.
Recently he hit me up on Facebook chat and he mentioned he was going to visit Nigeria. I asked him to bring me Nigerian dollar (naira) as a souvenir, and he said he would. I didn’t really care if he did or not though, I was just being silly. When he got back he started hitting me up on Facebook again to tell me he has it, but I didn’t really care that much so I didn’t answer.
I noticed today while at the gym that I had a missed call from a random number at 4:33 a.m. I texted the number to find out who it was. It was Mandingo. He said he had drunk dialed. I just said “Ok.” He started asking how my holiday was going and then asked when I was going to come get my naira. I told him I didn’t know, and he said how about today. He wanted to bring it to me, but I told him I had a long week at work and just wanted to chill out. He said we could chill out together and get some drinks (being kinda pushy, and he admitted he was). I didn’t answer after that.
Nice enough guy, but I’m just not particularly interested. He’s attractive enough – beautiful chocolate skin and a fit, muscular body – but I’m just not. I don’t know why. I will say one thing about him though: his dick is HUGE. Lengthwise and girth-wise…just enormous. It’s actually, like, too big. And yes, there is such a thing, as far as I’m concerned. I remember the sex being somewhat uncomfortable just due to his size. I could barely move.
Gizmo pulled me up a couple of days ago at work and told me that The Indian has been asking him if he really gave me the number and asking why he hasn’t heard from me. I told Gizmo I had texted The Indian, but that he kept calling me off the hook and I wasn’t for all that just yet. He said he’d let The Indian know. Whatever.
Hippie pledged to keep working on Professor as best he can for me. I’m not not holding my breath though.