Match. com is looking real good + Get Your hand out my pocket + creepy and kooky

Yesterday, at around 4, I left work. I had 3 hours to go and I couldn't see it happening. I had hankering for some mashed potatos, cheese, and broccoli and that's exactly what I had - with bbq chicken. I relaxed in front of the tv and watched Ironman on bootleg dvd. It was really good. (Even with GwynPaltrow in it. She's a good actress but something about her just screams POMPUS BITCH)

I had vanilla ice cream and orange sherbert. Yumm.

Dinner was so good!! I never like my own cooking, but I have to admit, I put my whole foot in my meal...lol.

Several thoughts hit me, though, as I was eating alone, watching the movie alone, having dessert alone, and ultimately went to bed alone.

I don't have to spell it out, do I?

Yup, it sucks, but I'm putting on a brave face.

I looked on craigslist (the poor man's match.com) to see if I could find someone under their ltr (long term relationship) section. And ummm....

I emailed this guy:
ISO OF A BBW BLK WOMAN WHOSE LOOKING FOR SOMETHING REAL (LTR) - 27 (BKLYN, QNS, BX)

He said:
Hi, my name is Cookoo. Do you have a full-body pic?

I obliged.

He said:
What's the point of writing me if you're not going to respond.

I resent the pic.

He said:
I have your pic already, why didn't you call already?

I said:
You never gave me your info.

He said:
Yes I did. Maybe you're hitting up too many guys at the same time.

I said:
I will forward every e-mail you sent.
I assure you I don't have your info.

He said:
Why are you playing games.

I said:
LOOK, I don't have your number and if its not in the next e-mail, don't bother e-mailing again.

Oo you know this fool e-mails me 7 times between 3:00am and 5:00am, different variations of - this is my number, when are we going to hang out, this is my number, you can't say you don't have it, why haven't you called yet.

I e-mailed him at 8am when I woke up.. It was plain and simple: Please do not contact me anymore.

He said:
Whatever, I already told you not to contact me. I forgot about you a long time ago.

I had to delete his message before I really told him something serious.

Crazy.

I slept well, but woke up to my roommate (another story completely) bursting through my door at 6am telling me he's sick.

I had a good 6hours, twice the norm for the past 2 weeks. I'm STILL tired.
I don't think it's me per se. I think it's this stupid job.

I detest authority and I thought it was because I don't like to be told what to do. In fact, it is because I don't like the superiority complexes "authority figures" have. I am one of 2 African-Americans in upper-management. The other is a male, and let's just say he's "assimilated". The others, besides a female Spanish lady are all Israeli Jew, South African, or Romanian. I won't say it's race. Maybe it is ageism or sexism, but to get them to hear me speak is like I have my head underwater.

I need another job. Plain and simple.

Something preferably creative, where I won't be taking a major price cut.

Thngs that make you go hmmm...

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