green midori

at work this morning ch had a green carn boutinierre on and was calling me lass. HELLO! this is the guy who doesn't dress up for halloween. can anyone say PINK ROOM? he's got it BAD for jack. i called teleflora today. they're all backed up, we won't have our new emails till next week. makes me nervous about relying on it for anything. ch has a yahoo acct, so it looks like my flower account will be for work only. if i ever get it. after work today was the post mordem for my show. thats the last thing... well, i still have about 4 receipts that i haven't turned in yet. damn. i'll never get all my money back. crazy. when i finally got home, my check came in the mail today, so hopefully someday soon i'll be able to straighten out my finances. after my meeting, ch was meeting jim for a green beer, so i met them at bucks. jim was already wasted. i of course wouldn't drink green beer, so i had midori sours, which are the appropriate color. they were so weak, so so sour! and i hadn't had any dinner, so i was munching on pretzel sticks, but still felt sick. got in a couple of good oneliners with jim.
ch:...when you were on the front page of the sun times?
j: naw, naw, the TRIBUNE, the met,,met,, metro sexion,,
ch: (laughing) the metrosexual part? (all laugh)
c: (very serious) wait- jim- i- i thought you were gay... (stolen from ava adore i know)
and then when i was leaving ( i left most of my 3rd drink with ch, i just couldn't do it) jim's being his super annoying self, and says, naow, naow, how do you get home from here? i HATE when he does this. it's not that he's caring for me, it's that he doesn't think i'm old enough to get around the city myself or something. i am an INDEPENDENT WOMAN, ok? so rather than tell him what he would KNOW sober, walk to belmont, redline to the loop, #6 to hyde park, i just look at him real sexy and say, " oh, i have my ways" and walk out. i glance back through the window and he's looking at me with his drunk smile that says he can't belive i just got him, he can't belive i'm that clever, because he fucking refuses to believe i'm not 12, straight and christian. hello? i work with ch 3 days a week!
also- another crazy cat lady in the flowershop today. she bought a mylar balloon for her cat. i will never be able to get a cat because i fear becoming a crazy cat lady. i was carrying my library books in a canvas bag (but of the grocery sort, not with a museum or public media station logo) and defrosted a lentil burger for dinner when i finally got home, so i'm feeling a bit fragile. i just learned today that a stereotype of vegetarians is eating just lentils. here i thought it was eggplant and portabellos. ch says no, before there was tofu there was lentils, and portabellos were just invented in the 80s. who knew.
i am so desprate to cook. my freezer is almost completely depleted of readymade foods. i have an indian tv dinner, a asparagus bird's nest (eep- almost a year old!) and some pesto i'm planning to turn into pesto-polenta spoonbread someday now that i have a soufflé dish.
did i tell you i managed to screw up boxed mac and cheese the other day? i added way too much olive oil instead of putting in a bit of butter. ugh! i can't eat the rest of it. i feel like that was the bottom and it can only up from here.