Monday Monday

Monday is my day off, when I am free to act like the slouching sewer monster I want to be. Except I need to go buy 12 individually packaged juice boxes and individually wrapped Christmas candies for the real Kassidy's kindergarten class. And I need to make fudge for a couple of my overseas friends who are apparently addicted to the stuff (my boss's wife's mother's recipe, no less). Oh yeah, there's that pesky thing called Christmas shopping - I've done NONE of it yet. Oh, and I need to get some money to give over to Kathy the crossing guard's Christmas present. And send off Mom's bills (she's on a cruise - go Mom!). Except for all that, I'm FREE! :) Oh, and Kassidy's ballet class this afternoon.

Now, speaking of the real Kassidy. I started to write on the internet a few years ago, fan fiction, and I took on the name Kassidy Rae. Kassidy is my kindergartener's name. She is 5. Rae is for Rachel, who is a flaming red-head at age 8. Kassidy sees her name all over my internet stuff and keeps wanting to know why people are taking her name in vain, so to speak. I'm just busy figuring out at what point I can't read slash in front of the children anymore. Rachel read a paragraph as I was lying down on the bed reading one day. I realized she was reading it and was just very thankful that she hadn't hit the sex scene over in the right-hand column. Rachel has pronounced sex as she understands it to be purely gross. My feeling is you need to learn to beat up the boys first, then later on think about doing them. It worked for me.

ebay collectin' update

Now I have "Last Night" with CKR. I just keep hoping there'll be a movie out there with him naked in it. Kind of like David Soul and his nekkid bounty, however brief the clip was, in "The Stick-Up". Now THAT was a Christmas present.

"Key to Rebecca" is coming in the mail, along with "Cannibal Women in the Avocado Jungle of Death" (thanks to one of my LJ friends who reminded me of its existence).

Okay then. So I have a friend who is male who comes over for "Girl's Night Out" which is basically Get Shit-Faced and Watch Bad Movies Night Out. AND here I am, Ms. Privacy, with my internet name, and the prick found me out. He mentioned to me he knows my internet name. I think I inadvertently sent him an email from the wrong account when I was home one day.

I WORK with this guy. It really is NONE of his business. What to do? I've had this identity for a long time, but now what? If he starts snooping around and bothers me with it, I'm going to hate him. There's really nothing to be done, is there?

And I'm not sure he found out because I sent him an email from the wrong account, either. He mailed me an apology when he got shit-faced and was rude to me. I was electrified, yes electrified, to find the apology had come over on the yahoo account. I can't remember if that was before or after my slip-up. Which would mean what, he's checking into me? Auuugh!

I know it sounds weird - we're friends at work and he's gone through some sorry shit and I feel bad about it, but I'm not sure if I can trust him with this kind of thing. I never wanted him to be into this part of my life. He doesn't belong there. Eject eject!

I think I should just stick with girls for friends. They don't try to come on to you (for the most part).