Long time no see. This is also the third beginning to the post that I've had to do. I'm kinda losing steam and I never had the attention. I do have the time however so we'll see what happens.
Claire McCaskill came to the coffee shop this morning. I got dragged out of bed to meet and greet with a politician. Very little sleep and a lot of caffeine. I got many photos taken of me in a state of shock. Normally, I am very photogenic but they really just surprised me. I guess I won't be ready for paparazzi for awhile. Half of the pictures will definitely not published except for maybe cropping me out. We'll see what media outlets I get on. I helped Claire ring up a customer and she just kinda stood there with money in her hand for a second. I was not very good with helping her. Steph helped her make a latte. Afterwards, Claire commented that if she loses the election she will need to get a lot faster at drink making. Steph had a million photos taken of her. For the sake of Claire and all coffee lovers, I hope that Claire does win the election. For the non-Missouri and non-political folks out there, Claire McCaskill is the Democratic candidate for the Senate from Missouri. Good luck Claire.
Mike (the boif) was super understanding when I had to interrupt drinks to go fix the espresso machine last night. He even came to wait for me while I was getting wet from water spraying all over me. I got the boif a present already. Cologne. He loves it. I think I'm a great boyfriend.
Paramedic. Saw him this morning. Barely acknowledged him. Still pissed off. Now for the story. So at Showtunes at the Loading Zone, I was standing as close to MIKE as humanly possible. The bar was wicked crowded and we were all smashed in. As we are waiting for drinks, Paramedic walks by. My face and my mood immediately turn sour. I spend most of the night avoiding him even when he sat down on the couch right behind me.
It wasn't until his friend Christy came in that it became a problem. I enjoy this girl and have missed talking to her. I did not want to punish his friends for his being an asshole. So I run over to talk to her. She of course asks me how I'm doing. In the middle of talking to her, I get a text message asking me, "Can we talk or are we going to remain bitter?" I ask Christy if Paramedic changed his phone number. I ask her if I can remain bitter. She says that I can do whatever I want but he has wanted to talk to me. I talk to my friends and MIKE and inform them that we will be leaving in five minutes that I have to talk to him.
I walk up to him with bitch out. "So what do you have to say?" He rambles on about how those three little words scare him. Blah blah. Whatever. I tell him that he made me feel terrible and like he forced me to say them. Then I ask him if I can get my cell phone charger back. I finally did that. At some point, I told him that I heard what he did the night that he broke up with me. He said that he heard that rumor too. If he at all cared about me or if it wasn't true, I think that I would have called a long time ago to tell me that was not true. Rather than allow me to think for a month or so that was the case. I don't believe him of course. I think that I would at least have the courtesy to tell the truth. I was so pissed off. I said that my friends were ready to go and that I was leaving. While getting ready for bed with MIKE, I get another text saying "I'm at Freddie's if you want to talk". So pissed.
So now you have the rest of the story.
Funny quote of the day..."I'm suprised you don't have ghonna-herpa-syphilitis of the mouth (in reference to your very own Hipster)." Thank you Shannon.