Smitten Mittens

Right now I'm listening to that xm station that plays all the super weird Christmas songs that make almost no sense at all. Two minutes ago Joe Pesci was singing about Santa being a fat fuck. Which made me think...maybe if Santa lost a few (hundred) pounds, Mrs. Claus would actually have sex with him, and there would be baby Santas running around. And then one of them could be the new Santa, and this one could fucking *die* already. I mean, how old is he? Seriously. Thanks, Joe Pesci.

Anywhoo. Today I told Dave that I was leaving KB (fucking finally). I get the feeling that he was extremely relieved. Things haven't exactly been rosy between us lately, and I'm sure he'll be glad to not have me around, sucking the fun out of life...I was going to add something dirty right there, but it's Christmas, so I'll hold back on being a bitch.

Telling the right hand man of my obsessive compulsive leader that I'm abandoning ship *should* have been the highlight of my day, but no. Oh no. My highlight was much much gayer.

I was at work (at a toy store- which, by the way, is a special hell for people who don't like people), and I stepped behind the counter. Andrew was ringing something up, and without looking at me, he pointed at the floor. "That's yours," he said, trying to be nonchalant (fucking dork). At his feet was a little, crumpled-up plastic bag. I picked it up, opened it, and saw a bright flash of red. GLOVES. He bought me gloves, cause apparently the 'gloves' I had before just weren't cutting it (it might have had something to do with the fact that they didn't have fingers, and spent most of their time being lost in my room). Is it weird that I'm ridiculously touched by that? Love Gloves. *giggles hysterically* Andrew bought me Love Gloves. Hmm...they're kind of mittens, though. Smitten Mittens. Good lord, I have a mental problem.

Oh wait, the song changed. Tony the Tiger is singing about the Grinch now. Why is that on the weird song channel?

Ok, I gotta get dressed. I gots a date. :)