Chico Malo

Only Wanna Be With You – Hootie & The Blowfish

I come home from work and one of the first things I read is that Roy Halladay has been hit by a line drive. Upon reading, I immediately turn into Dustin Hoffman during the wedding scene in The Graduate (or Mike Meyers in during the wedding scene in Wayne’s World 2 if that’s easier for some of you). “Oh, Jesus God no…”

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Work was a blast this week. Since the new No Frills just opened nearby, our store was fuckin’ DEAD. Dead as disco. Dead as Luther Vandross (see you at the crossroads playboy). I thought that this would be a good week for me to rededicate myself to my craft, since I’d been goofing off a lot lately, but boy was I wrong. If anything, I was more unproductive at work than I would have been if I had just stayed at home playing Battlefield 2 all day. Well, almost.

Four days this week I worked with Adriana. Now listen, I’m a strong, mature, responsible adult…but damn it, I’m still just a man. I have man needs. When I last wrote about her, I think it was in an affectionate manner. However, I also tried to establish that any activity with her was merely harmless flirting and that I was finished with my pursuit of her. Again, boy was I wrong.

I don’t think any man could resist her mousy looks. Her gawky charm. Her trite pessimism. She appreciates non sequitur humour, which is just…awesome. She has grown on me like a rare infection that you can only get by consuming leaves from a bamboo tree in Malaysia. Maybe it’s just me.

Today we killed time joking around about:

* how I chipped my nail (this went on for about 3 hours)
* how we both live in cardboard boxes, going into great detail about what these boxes were like
* a copy of Seventeen magazine with Jessica Alba on the cover

There was some other stuff, I’m sure. We finished early, so she had to call for a ride. I let her use my cell. We sat on the bench outside and chilled out and laughed. Her ride came and she waved at me from the window as she left. I could not get the smile off my face. We work together every Friday, but next week we both have that day off. Come on! Just when I feel I’m starting to have something going here. Then again, maybe this is a sign. Maybe the forces above are telling me that I’m not supposed to go after this one. She’s too young. She’s a co-worker. She doesn’t even like you like that. Aye, the forces above are probably doing me a favour.

Then again.

I may find myself with nothing to do Friday afternoon. I may decide to pick up the phone and dial a number. I may get a response on the other end and then…and then…well, it doesn’t matter? You know why?

Because I get to spend all day with her this Sunday anyway. The forces above can suck my Dick Pound.

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L-let him go, Monnosuke! Don’t-don’t lay a finger on that man!

Ugyahh!