 Dean the Weenie | 06 November 2002 Hurrah! Internet access! I've had to go a week and a half without my beloved cable modem, and let me tell you, I was feeling the burn. But now I'm okay. My email was bursting at the seams, and I was so happy to find a bunch of messages from Bill, including one where he called Larry a phlegmwad and Peggy a retired hooker. Hehehe. I have mucho stories, and I don't even know where to begin. I took Lauren and AJ trick-or-treating on Halloween. They were adorable. AJ was Pooh Bear and Lauren was Piglet (again). They were precious. Of course, Lauren wouldn't say "Trick or Treat!" to save her life, but she did snort a few times. I really shouldn't be a mother; I'm such a bad influence on my children. We are all moved in to our new apartment. Well, as moved in as we can possibly be with Ray's shit all over the place. We have no place to put any of it. I specifically told him when we moved that we either had to get a third bedroom, or get storage. Well, Ray has decided to to neither. So I have to wade through his crap until he finally gets around to putting it away. But really, let's not talk about this; it's going to get my blood pressure all high and I may explode. So do you remember Dean the Weenie? Well, ever since he told Peggy I had a crush on him, I've seen him...oh, exactly one time. I don't recall that one conversation being that terribly erotic, or even especially pleasant, just painful. I don't know what he got out of it, but he once again told Peggy that I was in love with him. I honestly don't know where he's getting that. He was asking Larry about me at the bar, and for some strange reason, he thought that I had six kids. Believe me, if I had six kids, I'd be in an assylum. I'm almost there now, even though I only have two. Halloween night, after I had taken the kids out begging for candy, I was driving to work using my new route and noticed the gas tank gage was dipping precariously close to the E. The Shell station was entirely too expensive, so I opted to chance it to a station closer to work, a move I would come to regret. I found an agreeable looking Amoco station with fairly cheap petrol, and I cruised on in. Well, guess who works there? Dean the freaking Weenie. I didn't even recognize him until he said, "Hey Brittney!" and then I felt my stomach sink and I looked around for a rock to crawl under and die. No such luck. I smiled through clenched teeth and said, "I didn't know you worked here..." He gave me a sideways smile and asked, "You never noticed my badge when I drove through the gate?" Does he think I just sit there and stare at his chest all night?! But that's just great. Now he thinks I deliberately went in there to stalk him. I tried to prepay for my gas using a credit card, but it turns out you can't do that in Virginia. I have no clue why. In Nevada, you have to prepay for your gas, whether you use a credit card, cash, or check. But whatever. Usually, I just pay at the pump with my debit card, but this neanderthal station with its fossil gas tanks didn't allow pay at the pump. But yeah, I'm sure he took the fact that I didn't pump first as a sign that I just couldn't wait to spend time with him. So after I pumped my gas, I went back inside to pay, and he kept asking me if I wanted anything else--some coffee perhaps? I just wanted to get the hell out of there--he seemed to want to have a nice cozy chat. "Are you sure you don't want some coffee? You don't drink coffee? How are you going to stay up all night?" The man is just plain creepy. I may have to add him to my cast page, since he seems so intent on making my life miserable. I don't know if I mentioned it, but Adrian gave his two-week notice. His last day is this Sunday. He is going to work for the FBI. I'm going to miss him so much. Despite all of our bickering, he was a cool guy. We had all the cool people on our shift (with the exception of Larry) and now we're losing our leader. It's devestating. The Captain is making Lori work midnights. She doesn't want to, and we don't want her to. No offense, Lori's nice and everything, but she isn't any fun. Besides, I kind of like being the only female on midnights. It's very freeing. With other women, I always feel like I have to act a certain way, and I don't feel like I can just be myself. I don't know. But the Captain says she going to hire a new person for midnights. Let's see if she actually does it. Well, I'm off to take the kids to the playground. Later. calvin & hobbs |