Things that matter

It's still weeks from my birthday and my colleagues have been either hinting or just blatantly asking what I want. What people don't know is that I'm actually the most difficult person in the world to buy gifts for. Buy me a plush toy and I will tear the cotton stuffings out right in front of you.

People assume they know you when you talk about certain topics all the time. I talk about comics, games and design. So people give me things like manga collectibles, sudoku puzzles and arts-and-crafts shop vouchers. They got it so wrong that it's not even funny. It's like they weren't listening!

So this year, I tell people not to get me anything. Still they persist in asking me what I want. So I tell them that their gifts will probably gather dust or end up in the bin. Still they ask again. So I tell them that all I want is you.

They stop asking.

Really, it's the thought that counts. I would rather people be less of a jerk then be nice to the birthday girl for just a day.

And for those who are playing, here's what I really want:

I want a brand new Playstation 3. (That's the easiest!)

I want the entire collection of Fables. (Aww, you know me!)

I want a real samurai sword. (Bonus points!)

I want a complete spa treatment. (I owe you one!)

I want an endless supply of IDN magazines. (Best friends forever!)

Most of all, I don't want to be alone this Christmas.

WTF times three

As do all mondays go, they pretty much suck. Miller the newly single freelancer was back in the office and making my already miserable morning more miserable by playing Justin Timberlake over and over again on his iTunes. If my pathetic silly little crush for the dirtbag has not died already, it might as well leap off a building and do now.

And he was making it way too easy. After getting sick of his own music, he started to ask me over MSN if I missed him when he was not around. I was like, are you kidding me?! I mean seriously, who goes around asking other people if they miss them? Seriously!

If that wasn't much of an injury, he then told me that he's going to see a movie with a new chick instead of with me. Once again, what's wrong with that dude?! I think I would remember if I promise something as ridiculous that. As if time spent in the office with him was not torture enough. Some boys like teasing girls; he confuses them.

Later in the day, there I was having a solitary break in the pantry, when he came in and rambled on about how there were two girls interested in him right now. I wasn't listening. My peach tea was more interesting. Then a bombeshell: He said that I should have asked him out. Once more with feeling: What-huh what-the freaking bloody heck?! If this was some thinly veiled attempt at asking for date, then I'm lost for words that probably have been regurgitated over my peach tea.

Miller will be back tomorrow. I'm thinking of calling in sick. Literally.