It’s not enough for me, just a man in love with me

• My best friend at work (and real life too, I guess) was fired on Friday. They pulled her into the big boss’s office 15 minutes before quitting time and dropped the bomb. No one saw it coming … which means no one is safe. Which means I could be next. Which would almost be a relief, but still – no one wants to get shitcanned.

• My sort-of stepsister, Wendy (long, convoluted story made short, and follow this if you can: she is my former stepfather’s current stepdaughter), was dating a guy for five or six years. He sent me a message today on evil-evil-facebook; he and Wendy broke up back in September. Wendy and I aren’t deathly close so I’m not surprised I didn’t know about it, but what does surprise me is that they broke up because Wendy cheated on him. What further surprises me is that she cheated on him … with a woman. Stuff you don’t know about people, I tell ya.

• Don’t roll your eyes too hard, but St. Paul and I are on for Tuesday. Dinner, long walk (weather permitting), just hanging out. I also have a backup plan since he doesn’t have the greatest track record of following through.

• The Chef and I are on for Friday. Lunch, Black Friday shopping (he’s brave), just hanging out. Hope I don’t need a backup plan for this guy.

• I went out with the fired-friend last night and … well, wisely I left my car at the bar and cabbed it the two miles home. Today, massively hung over, I walked outside to head back to the bar to retrieve said car. A nanosecond after stepping out the door I was airborne, horizontal to the iced-over sidewalk, enjoying the view of the grey, foggy air … and then I landed hard, flat on my ass, knocked the back of my already aching head on the concrete and laid there for a full ten seconds before I yelled “FUCK!” at the top of my lungs. Some evil son-of-a-bitch had the audacity to laugh at me, and not quietly. Fucker.

• Man, my head hurts.

• I’m glad I got my car home this afternoon rather than going to my garage tomorrow morning and flipping out that it wasn’t there.

• I’m thankful I have a job to go to tomorrow morning … as far as I know, anyway. Hey, if I get fired too that just means I’ll have more time to write crappy entries like this. Yay for you!!