The Crooked Knife
By CKBarGuy and BrownEyedBluez
We don't own Twilight or its characters.
Chapter 7
Friday, Dec. 31, 2010
Dear Diary –
Random guy is 6'1". :)
And did I mention he's British? :D
Hope he doesn't mind, but I'm going to call him Calvin. He IS CKBarGuy. CK made me think of Calvin Klein & Back to the Future. LOL
He also has to work tonight, and the next 2 months of Fridays, due to one of Em's insane bets. Em is such an asshole. I hoped he'd learned his lesson about making bets, but I guess old bad habits are hard to break. It's harder when you don't really want to break them, of course.
xXx
Picked up a bottle of Andre and a bag of Cheetos – ready for New Year's Rockin' Eve or whatever they call it now.
xXx
Shit. Em just called, trying to find out where I am. I've already had too much to drink to deal with his bullshit. Not happening tonight.
xXx
This may be the soberest NYE I've had in … ever. First Em called me, and when I wouldn't tell him where I live, he called Jake for the address. The SOB gave it to him! After I specifically asked him not to… J did at least let me know Em was on his way. I don't know what I'd have done if he'd just shown up at the door.
I left in a BIG hurry and ducked into a little bar a couple blocks away. Cozy, dark, and nobody else under the age of 40. I sat towards the back so I could watch the door, just in case. Drank a few beers to blend in and ate a couple of their sliders; the Cheetos didn't exactly fill me up. I rang in 2011 with a delivery driver named Mort and his beautician GF, Cindy at the next table. No kiss for me this year. Again. :(
I almost got hit by a cab on the way home. Some late revelers were weaving along the sidewalk and I made the mistake of trying to get past them. One of the girls stumbled sideways, knocked into me and I fell into the street. I was still on my hands and knees when a cab came flying down the street. Good thing he was actually watching where he was going, because he managed to swerve around me. Stupid girl thought the whole thing was funny.
Calvin was online when I signed on to Twitter. He asked how I was – it's nice to think SOMEONE in this town might care a little bit. I gave him the short version of my night – left out the whole cab thing – I'm sure he already thinks I'm a lush who shouldn't be let out to walk alone by herself! He had a long, rough night with the NYE crowd, though he was more bothered by one of the waitresses. She must really be awful – he calls her 'the Plague'! She actually tried to corner him and kiss him at midnight, but he managed to avoid her. He said he thought she had been finishing people's leftover drinks. God, that makes me gag! Good thing he got away. With behavior like that, she really could be carrying something no one else would want. And if she WAS drinking on the job, she ought to be fired. I wonder if he's going to mention it to his boss.
Crappy New Year is much closer to a Happy New Year now, though. Calvin has a way of making me feel better. We played 20 questions, sort of. He's so smart and he definitely asked interesting questions! He wants to teach piano comp/theory. Amazing. I'd like to hear him play. He's a Gemini on the cusp of Cancer (June 20). His favorite color changes with his mood, he said, and yesterday, it was green. J
He's never been married (I made sure I asked that question!) and has no kids. He was funny about the kid question. It was cute – he said he wasn't married and was only 23, so he was too young to have kids. LoL As if age or marital status makes a difference! I may have gotten a little preachy about it, tho', and then he said he had to go. I know he was tired but I hope I didn't freak him out. I'd hate for him to stop talking to me – I can use all the friends I can get right now. And he somehow knows just the right thing to say to make me smile. He even gave me a link to check out some jobs. So sweet.
Better get to bed before J and Leah get home. I don't want to hash it out with him until I sleep on it and can talk about it calmly. Tomorrow should be fun. Not.
~o~o~o~
Friday, December 31
I was required to train the new girl last night. FML! Jessica is her given name, but I prefer to refer to her as "the plague". Due to the fact that she found me and is attempting to attach herself to me, I see no cure in sight (unless I can get to the chemist for an extremely strong antibiotic).
How many times in one hour does she feel the need to touch me? Does she not see the look in my eyes every time she rubs her hand across mine while picking up a drink from the bar? Or the fact that I never answer her, at least not until the 2nd or 3rd time she's asked me something. Mum raised me not to be rude or hurtful towards women, but I'm sure she'd make an exception for this one, right?
The thing about it is I'm a very physical person. Holding hands with a woman can be just as sensual as a long awaited kiss. Hugging and kissing are the best way to display all the passion and desire she builds up inside of you, until the chance comes to explore her body and that, my friend, brings the ultimate and purest pleasure.
However, every time the plague touches me I just feel the need for an acid bath.
Shite! What am I babbling on about? My rant is due to lack of sleep and the fact that I'm required to work tonight. Must make promise to self that no matter how pissed I get I will not make bets with Em ever again. I should consider that my New Year's Resolution. That and to continue to cut back on my smoking.
Due to said lack of sleep, I don't really feel the need to vent as I normally would.
I chatted with Browneyez again. What is it about her that pulls me in? I don't understand the need I feel to just say "HI!" or to at least make sure she's doing alright. The best I can describe it is that feeling you get when you hold two magnets in your hands and move them closer and closer towards each other. That pull. That's what it feels like.
She seemed really down today; I do hope she is able to find employment soon. Maybe get a place of her own or a flat with some other people and get out of J's. He seems to make her a bit miserable. He's probably a real pain the arse.
My curiosity has been piqued about Browneyez and I want to ask Em about her, but she doesn't seem to want to talk to him right now. I should probably let it be. Wouldn't want to have her miffed at me for being nosy.
Jazz was real mature this morning. After my NIN concert for him and "her" he decided a JB concert would be wonderful at 9 a.m. Payback is a bitch, mate. Don't forget it!
Fags smoked this morning: 2
Fags allowed for the day: 10 (It's New Year's and I'm working with the plague.)
Hours until I can crawl my arse back in bed: Too fucking many!