I'll see you on American Idol

This week, I took a vacation day to rest and get some yearly medical shit out of the way. I was getting my blood taken, which is a very stressful process for me. I haven't done it since I was 16. I cannot look at the needle, I cannot have it taken out of my elbow because my veins aren't and have never been, big enough for that, and if I get poked more than once, my likelihood of passing out increases dramatically. This lady opted for the pediatric method and took the blood from the back of my hand. I was squeezing this stress ball that looked like grapes to make my veins pop. All of the sudden, she goes, "YOU LOOK LIKE THAT GIRL ON AMERICAN IDOL. GLOCKSEN." My parents got divorced and live in the same house. The only time they are not at each others' throats is while watching American Idol. The night before, my boyfriend was telling me how cute Gina Glocksen is. I thanked the phlebotomist lady, and was standing up to leave, and told her to have a good one. "You too," she said. "I'll see you on American Idol."

Gina got voted off that very same evening. Ha.

My boss told me to stop using the internet at work. Apparently I was flagged for internet usage. I guess this is against the rules, but I've always been a rebel. God, how lame, how ridiculous, how sad. I also found out she looks up MySpace profiles for people at work. I made my private no more than 5 minutes after learning that.

Last night, darling and I went to the Hungry Tiger. I had some bad vodka crans and we talked about history. A guy with a bad combover had too much Bud Light and was talking really loud about how he was unjustly fired from Wells Fargo to some old tweaker. It's like how Erasure inspired bands everywhere on how not to be: I hope I move on with my life, from everything awful, all of the time.

I should call Angele and see how Allister's doing. I have never seen a cuter little kid in my whole life. I wonder if he's big enough for his Marilyn Manson onesie yet. That kid will probably grow into a devil lock and a shit-eating grin, and although I've only seen him a few times, I'll adore him for it.