A Twist of Fate

Today began as the dullest of dull and ended on a very different note.

Let's recap to last night first.
Katya and Judy and I went to Walmart and Perkins, which was a really, really fun time. Katya and I bought new bras just for the hell of it. I love underwear shopping. Does that make me completely weird? I think Judy had a nice time, which is the most important thing, cause she doesn't have an easy life by any means. It makes me happy to be able to make her feel better, even if it is only by a little bit.

This morning, Katya and I worked together, along with the annoying co-worker we have so lovingly dubbed Mullet Head. Mullet Head drove us both crazy, as usual, so I was glad when she left at one rather than five. Work turned quite interesting around 2:30 when Katya and I smelled burning and realized there was a mini electrical fire in the ceiling. The entire place filled up with disgusting smoke, we had to evacuate everyone, and the fire company came. And all my boss had to say about the affair was, "Well, I know why this place is on fire - it's because I'm here and I'm just too hot." And so marks yet another wonderful memory of my part time job.

Tonight, Kyle and I went to the movies again, this time to see the Proposal. I had already seen it, but I thought it was good enough to see a second time. Best thing ever though? In the middle of the movie, I heard the same crazy laughter like those old ladies we saw in the Hangover and I told Kyle about it. When we left the theatre, he turned to me with the biggest grin on my face and whispered, "When the lights came up, I looked to my left and realized the same ladies from the Hangover were one row up from us." It was HILARIOUS. Life is full of weird coincidences, no?

Last event of the evening. That boy, yeah, the one who's driving me crazy in good ways and in bad, just broke up with his girlfriend tonight. I didn't expect to feel anything but happiness about this because that means he would no longer be going behind her back and everything would be so much easier. Wrong-o. I feel like the biggest bitchola because I know this is partially my fault, even though he insists it's not my fault and I shouldn't feel bad. I can't help it though. The girl cried, for god's sake, which makes me a terrible, horrible, awful person. My conscience is swallowing me whole right now. I'm such a torrent of mixed emotions, it's ridiculous.

Maybe I can sleep it off. I hope. Goodnight.