Ha! I bet you liked that little subject line! So how's Chowtown? You know, I would just ignore that freak wonton and act like you have a husband.... I cannot BELIEVE he not only emailed you, but emailed you a horribly suggestive message...heeeheee, thanks for the forward, though....You know you love him.WARNING! This email is long, and riti-d out, and you'll need a bit to read it...

1. Thank you for yesterday, I was about to start crying, you saved me.

2. Thank you for answering my question because checking trranscripst online is stupid. (Read: Impossibly difficult) So, I tried to start an app to get my health ed certification, and well..wierd, but I actually did start crying. I just remembered all of the great teachers I've had in my life- and thought how happy anyone of them would be to know that I wanted my teaching certificate.......but Tada! To get it in Texas, there may be some fucking problems...because I had a little ticket-loo and a revoked licencia, well...I may need to wait a full calender year. What the fuck is this you say? Yeah, exactly...but apparently there are ways around it- so we shall see..BUT. To get it in New York State, all I need is- a bachelors degree....and TADA. So I could establish residency if....

3. Okay...Long explanation.

4. I miss you.

5. EDITED

6. My dad gets here today. Hopefully he will feed me. I am starving. I wanted chicken on a stick this morning....D was with me- so I had to hide my rhino away. Poor girl, all she wanted was a little chick-y claw. No, we didn't have any time.. Me, worrying about time? Ha. What is this boy doing to me?

7. About D---C, In know this may be insane but can you love someone form the first time you kiss them? I know thats the last thing you want to hear from little miss broken heart...but you know how I told you about how D makes me feel- like everything I knew was true but hadn't tasted yet? For him, wow. Okay- and this is absolutely the wierdest...I can't believe I am thinking this way. I am completely crazy for him. But what he does is just RIGHT. I have no doubts, ever- I just knew. How could I come all this way to fall into someone who lived a mile away from us??

8. I am learning the language script...yesterday I learned the middle consonants.., includes the letter D...and then the long vowels...which yes, includes the vowel sound /ao/ but its wierd because your name is a/d/o... Dao! Your name! But, now I can write it now! And I can recognize it also!! (By the way, my friends at volunteer think that we are crazy for having these funny names..everyone wants one, but no one can be Dao and Malee)
So now this morning and yesterday I was just pointing out all the middle consonants to D and I know he thought I had lost it. Jeez. I am lame, but you've known that for years.

9. I am a nerd.

10. Enough of the bull. No I mean Cow, Me the cow..

11. Yesterday when we got off the phone, K confronted me AGAIN- about talking to you in spanish, about why I 'seemed upset' about how she thought I didn't [i]want to [/i]know the important things I NEEDED to know, about how she was just trying to continue MY work to help me...And then she asks me to talk about it with her, so we could 'make sure and work it out'...because she 'just wanted me to know she was only here to help me.' (Okay....now comes the evil me talking, be warned...but this is AFTER she fucking went and told my boss that she had found some article she took off my FUCKING workstation, and then he comes and asks her about it and she CAN't EVEN EXPLAIN IT.. because I know codification law, and lets just remember she is an [i]'international defense' [/i] major.....AHHHHHHHHH!!!)

Why me? Why? I have never really had to work with someone I didn't like...I mean KCEV started to blow because of those ladies always up in my biz-naz, but the restuarant was so much fun, and Fred was so sweet all through college, and tutoring was a blast, and my jobs in high school -with the exception of working for that ass Jesse and then for my little bro at the pool- well, they were all fun- and rewarding, and no one could make me have a bad day, ever.

But this time------ you would be so proud! I said:

...drum roll...

"Look, K..I don't want you coming to me and asking me if I have a problem with you and if I want to talk about it---(that part said sarcastically, to mimic her whiney voice), because I do have MANY problems with your behavior here.(that part said very seriously) If you want me to fucking say so, then we can have that little talk.(looked her right in the eye!) If not, then lets just keep playing nice, okay?"

hoootieee hooo...!

Yes.

Then she said, "But look, I just want to say that I don't want to come off as..."

Then I cut her off, and said "You already came off as that Kay. I think this conversation is over."

She was stunned. She said [i]this[/i] though

(and ewww, I wanted to throw my Tarzan pencil holder cup at her)

"Well." (she makes a little [i]hmphhh[/i] sound) And then she says:

"I am sorry I come here everyday. I am sorry I do work. I don't have fun things to do. My friends aren't here. I don't drink like you. I'm just trying to do my job."

So I answer with :

"I'm really not going to be petty and have some dramatic blow out with you K, I don't want to waste my time and energy on that. I don't like this confrontation one bit, can we please stop?"

"I wasn't trying..."

"Okay then" (I cut her off AGAIN!..Dang I am good.)

She leaves.


So, because I am Xena, Warrior Office Princess, I think, [i]'wow..she's out of my hair now, for good![/i]' I thought I had done it, you know-exterminated her??

But...give the Toucan five minutes and she comes back into my cubicle area (where I am still sort of laughing about how good it felt to say those things to her finally. Yes, I know I know- You told me so. But I needed a good long time to get that upset, I wish I had balls...but I don't at all, and finally I said something!!! Woooohooo!)

So she comes back...and she asks me if I want some dam motherfucking cookies.

sigh.

Ignorance, as in her racial comments-- I can take. Stealing my work and passing it off as her own--I can handle that. Ratting on me to the boss- I can take. Working under/behind me instead of following my directions---No problem. Talking smack about my university, my clothes, my typing, my friends, my room, my fucking [i]backpack[/i]...---I can take that too. Rolling her eyes when I ask her to do a job----OKay. Hiding important information from me--Its all good.

But who can take someone who offers you cookies?????

***LONG DRAWN OUT SCREAM***

heeheeehheee.
Okay. All done...Oh, wait..I forgot number 12.

12. Call me and I'll tell you...

Miss you terribly, and am dying of boredom in my office..

Mariana