My Life, is like an SNL Sketch

Sometimes... my life is hilarious, and if it wasn't do damn funny, well... it would just be true.

For example:

Promotion
As of today, I have been promoted (insert fireworks and confetti explosion here).
However, I have elected to keep my mouth shut about it until the official email stating such facts has rolled through to other stores.
Now, maybe you're wondering why I am doing this... well, I don't want to seem like I am bragging (that's gay), and today is my day off. Soooo... yeah. I'm a bit lazy. And while I am very excited about this I am equally wary of the reaction it will garner. But then again, maybe a parade will be thrown in my honor and I will be presented with giant golden keys and a plaque. Who knows... I tend to prepare for the worst.

Getting Hit On
Today, while out running errands I was hit on.
No big deal, it happens occasionally. I however, tend to not realize it is happening till I am half-way or more into the conversation. Some how I just think people are polite and only moderately interested in what I have to say and have very little interest of getting into my pants.
The guy who approached me was handsome (6 foot plus, sandy brown/blonde hair, green/hazel eyes, and of solid muscular build), not the usual guy that talks to me, more the type that goes for my BFFFE (remember Best Friend for F**king Ever). He talks to me about my tattoos and piercings (totally normal, I hear about it all day everyday at work. So much so, I have an auto-play button for answers of FAQ's). He has a thick accent, that falls between European and Middle Eastern... as it turns out, he was Israeli.
This, is funny to me because I pretty much have a list of countries that are tagged because a man from that country has hit on me or I have dated them... my foreign count is much much higher than my American count, to date.

So, yeah... today has been a little out there... Not exactly my typical day off...

And apparently there is a "party" I have been invited to on Friday or Saturday...
Aaaaaaannnnnnnnd.... I have NO intention of going. No matter how many times I am MMS pictures of an invite, emailed, e-vited, whatever.

Nope. Not. Going.


Not unless I can convince the Israeli guy to go with me as a body guard.