Thursday, February 16, 2006

I know... I know.. it's been a long ass fucking time. What can I say? Nothing. So let's get straight into it.

It's been a busy couple of weeks (months?) especially so these past three. Let's start from the beginning. First thing that's been noteworthy is me buying my brand new spanking car. I got the Mazda3 in dark grey and I'm in love. It's my new baby and hence, I've been having horrible nightmares of things happening to it. Like a nail in the tire or some bastard smashing it or someone keying it. Ridiculous, yes? Justifiable? But of course! And with that and that alone, I am a happy camper. Pictures will be up soon...ish.

Funny thing happened on Valentines day. I told Moh in advance not to bother with it all because I'm just not into it and I find it a bloody waste of him money and mine. So no gifts please, thanks. I get to work, busy busy busy and then I get called up front. Turns out, someone had sent flowers and it was gorgeous! Huge bouquet in a vase with goldtrimmed roses and a whole bunch of other types. Everyone said how sweet my husband was for doing it. I was gushing over the hugeness of it and was wondering how much he had spent on them. It looked like it costed a bomb.

Then I open the card and in it wasn't a message or a name or nothing. I manage to decipher the scrawl and it read "Sefe" and a number underneath. I looked at my colleagues and said it didn't seem to come from the husband. I got mad confused. Who the fuck would send me flowers? I don't know anyone well enough for them to send me flowers.

So everyone in the office heard all the commotions from us laughing so hard. I called the number and I reached some guys voicemail. I still had no clue who it was. So I thought back to all the guys that I know and figured it must be one of the messenger guys. There's this one hispanic fella who once asked whether he could buy me a Christmas present (?!) which was bizarre enough.

Then I hung up and didn't leave a message. He calls back and everyone's getting excited over this listening to my end of the conversation.

"Um... hello?"
"Hi!"
"Did you send me the flowers?"
"Yes I did."
"Thank you very much! It's very nice but very unneccessary."
"I know but it comes from my heart... you know? from my heart..."
[now this dude can't speak english all that great which made things even funnier]
"All right... thank you. seriously though, it's very very unnceccessary."

At this point, I'm about to burst out laughing especially with everyone looking at me expectedly.

"What time do you get off?"
"Um... 6, 5... why?"
"I was hoping after work, you could call me and we can conversate."
[CONVERSATE? WHAT THE FUCK?]
"haha, okay no. after work I have to go home to my husband"
"oh, what will you tell him?"
"I will tell him that someone sent me flowers and it was very nice."
"Oh... okay."

And then I had to hang up because I couldn't take it anymore. How fucking bizarre. That has got to be on the top of the list of bizarre things. Whatever it is, I've been avoiding the front desk so I don't bump into him. I wouldn't know what to say. He just seems very creepy now. Hmmm. Flattering, but creepy.

Moving along, I went to watch Charlie Murphy at the Improv. He is absolutely hilarious. In case you're going Charlie who? Charlie Murphy. Guy on Dave Chappelle show. Eddie Murphy's brother. Darkness. Yes.

Alright. This post has been fucking lame but I'm squeezing it between work and looking busy. I promise to upload photos. Promise. Altough timing I can't promise.

::me:: at 14:34