anger_frog

aw thanks !

i'm not sure what that's from
but i like the butterfly skulls

"Head on" is my personal favorite of the Pixies fare, but that's just because I'm a morbid romantic.

I wrote you a long ass post below. I've decided to leave it, because I figure you're my favorite of my journal buddies, since you were the first and all. Is there a way to say, feel special, for you are the recipient of my drunken ramblings? without saying that precisely that?

The story of the lameassness gets worse but I didn't quite feel comfy posting it in the journal -- because it took place at a company event. Not my company, but the party for a company we work with. I was on my second scotch, lameasser was on at least his fifth,

(And far be it from me to disparage the drunk, but, time and place must be taken into consideration when choosing to lose control.)

Anyway, what was quite so sublimely annoying about this man was that he kept putting his hand on my knee. First time, no harm no foul. I picked his hand up, put it on the bar and said, "Not so good." I wasn't offended, but I was talking to this not-quite-a-coworker while waiting for my manager to finish talking to the important type folks and kinda just wanted to be just friendly enough to not be a dick, but not so friendly as to say hello big boy.

He put his hand back on my knee. I picked it up. Let go quite unceremoniously. Thunk on the nice wood bar. Surely that must have hurt. "Hey now," I said, "Behave."

He snickered because surely (surely) "behave" was not meant for him. "These are just so nice," he said, putting his hand back on my knee and snapping the black giant fencenet fishnets I was wearing and fuckin' hell, this was war and where the hell was my boss?

Not because I needed backup. But because I wanted out out out without corporate social war ramifications.

But, fuck it, I sputtered, "what are you, five? Hand, knee, off, now?" The bartender walked up, and I said, "Glenlivet, rocks, please."

And then, based on previous conversation and recent drink order, the line, in all its shiny awkward stupid glory happened.

Rumor has it that he of the knee touching was transferred to another department for reasons entirely unrelated, but, I say, meh, and hah!

...Yeah.