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I received a nice surprise and a nasty surprise at work today. The nice surprise was a gift from Kirsten, barettes and a bag, all Japanese-y, and dropped off at my desk while I was in the middle of an incredibly dull project. She's so thoughtful even far away.

The nasty surprise was news that someone in another department has been talking the smack about me behind my back (within earshot of my best friend, unbeknownst to the smack-talker.) Apparently, she's a big gossip and does this about everyone, but it came as a complete shock to me that she had anything remotely negative to say about me. I'd thought we'd had a casual, friendly working relationship, but apparently, I talk like a five-year old, am not important enough to sit where I sit, and, my favourite part, have been hitting on my boss every chance I get. I believe this would come as a surprise to both me and J-Rock and I find the insinuation both hilarious and insulting to both of us. I don't think I've ever hit on anyone in my life...

Apparently, she does quite the impression of my five-year-old-baby-talk-voice.

WTF? WTF is that? Since when do I talk like a five-year-old? And, more importantly, why am I so shocked every time I find out someone doesn't like me?

Bitch.

Anyway, my iPod mounted and updated unexpectedly last night, for the first time since May or so, so that was pretty thrilling.

Gina just told me something highly disturbing: a woman in Jersey City was attacked by two young girls who tried to cut off her hair in some sort of apparent gang-initiation thing. They'd better stay away from our neighbourhood, I don't fancy walking around with my hair tucked inside my shirt in this weather.

Oh, and what with New Orleans being underwater and all, Gina is having her let's-stock-up-on-canned-goods-and-plan-exit-strategies-while-I-watch-the-weather-channel-all-day fits.

Gnight, evwybuddy. I wuv oo.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:13 PM | shower me with attention