Saturday Night Feverish
No Other Women
01.21.2012
Today's horoscope from Cosmo: "Telephone storm, hasty social get-togethers, and communication overloads come and go thoughout the day. It's a good time to get quick points across with the minimum effort so it is clear for the future, don't spend time with wasted words."
9:00 AM. Bestfriend D called. Her married boyfriend's wife has been calling her since dawn. Spent the entire morning calming her and making attempts to contact her married boyfriend Daniel who happened to be the father of her student.
10:00 AM. The Lion Nails made a surprise visit while I was on the phone with Bestfriend D. Had him helped me out contacting the unreachable Daniel since it was the wife who kept on answering the phone 'til we got a hold of him. Lion had to pretend he's dealing surfboards until Daniel's sure to speak with me safely. "Not sure to spend on it now, Jones. Things are very complicated. I... I can't... surf", Daniel trembled obviously the wife's beside him.
"This secret affair has to stop!", my only words for Bestfriend D and Daniel. And to The Lion Nails too. Whew!
3:30 PM. Workin' on a Saturday. To cover Margarette's planned time off. Rainbow has been acting weird. As usual. But weirder this time. This time with The Great Harlot Charlotte- married and adulterous and undeniably beautiful. Cheap but beautiful. Everybody knows what's going on between Charlotte and Rainbow. And I know a lot things about The Great Harlot Charlotte. I know her husband. I know about her secret liason with the Salesman. Her secret snatching desires with The Air. Ugh! I'm surrounded by adulterous lovely friends and slutty foes inside out. No wonder I'm always a big Blond Ambition.
6:00 PM. Had dinner on my desk. Fed The Harlot Charlotte and Rainbow with my chicken burger. Wish it was a patty of poison. Don't have the intention of killing them both the Romeo-and-Juliet way, was just imagining they'll pass out and wake up naked on the floor with the people they were hiding from. Must remain civil. And kind.
7:00 PM. Almost done with my weekly office chores. So efficient when not distracted by rays of Sunlight. Bombarded with calls from Bestfriend D and Little Red Riding Hood and The Big Mac and The Fratboy and The Other Fratboy. Why I am so badly needed by everyone except for the very person whom I wanted to need me at least once a week. Or once a month. Here comes the mistress-wish again.
12 midnight. Done. Had lunch with Goldilocks who's now officially in a relationship with Ted the Bear after he (un)officially dumped the soon-to-be-mother of his child.
Past midnight. Must sleep early. Had to prepare for tomorrow's house party. Errr... later. Yes. I'm hosting a party. A real party. Not third party this time.
Alcohol, 0 (it's a miracle!). Cigarettes, lost count (cancerous). Caffeine, 2 units (poured a lot of milk on my first cup now I have to sleep beside the toilet bowl).
Posted by frigid_jones 03:36 Archived in Philippines
