I’m absolutely thrilled that tomorrow is Friday. It’s been a long week. The customers have been insane. Poor Supertech had a loony on the phone today with her panties in a wad because she heard on the news that the FDA was talking about no longer importing from a certain drug company’s Indian plant, and being well aware that she had not given Supertech her name, demanded that we tell her if any of her drugs had come from that plant. We discovered that one of our customers had been getting 2 different strengths of Vicodin from 2 different doctors and filling them at 2 different pharmacies, so we got to rat him out to both doctors. Needless to say he’s fucked, since chances are very good that neither of these doctors will deal with him anymore. Right before I left I took a call from one of our regular losers who was wanting a refill on her Vicodin, telling me that the last time we filled it for her we gave her a lower strength than what she was supposed to get. Chances are exceptionally good that she’s full of shit, considering that her last fill was 2 weeks ago, and if it was a lower strength I’d bet my paycheck she’d be right there an hour later with those wrong pills.

I finally got Socialthing working properly, and so far I’m liking it. Since I rarely actually log into Facebook, I’ve now got an easy way of checking out people’s status on there. Without it I wouldn’t know that my stepsister wants her baby out NOW, and that my cousin has started grad school. Maybe next week sometime I’ll get the Facebook app for my phone and do more on there, since I do like it more than Myspace. I do wish that Socialthing would pull all my Plurk friends’ posts instead of just my own; I’ve got no reason to see my own Plurks, I see them when I’m on the Plurk site reading all my friends’ posts over there.

This weekend Eddie and I go on the hunt for a game store that will do preorders for the WoW expansion pack’s collector’s edition. We’re just that nerdy. I’m also trying to come up with a way to earn some extra spending cash, since I know that the deposit that we’re waiting for is not going to be enough to buy myself the new digital camera that I want and get the work done on my tattoo.

Have I mentioned the tattoo work? Probably not. Last Saturday Eddie and I went up to the shop near the house. After looking at the artists’ portfolios in there and seeing that they do have some experience with cover-ups and reworking existing tattoos, I asked the guy at the counter if he had any ideas one what he could do with my chest piece. I believe my exact words were “Is there any way you can FIX THIS?” as I pointed to my tits. Not that I actually needed to point to my chest at all, since it tends to garner enough attention without me gesturing at it in a LOOKATME manner. We talked over what I didn’t like about it and what he thought can be done to it to make it look better and to cover up the banners, which look like complete and utter shit just a year after getting them done. The nice dude with the dreads whipped out his digital camera, took a couple of pics of my chest and told me he’d come up with something.

Seriously. They’re gone. I wore them down to bloody stubs last night.

Oh god. Words can not describe how insane work was last night. From the moment that I walked in the door and opened the super-secret gate-locky-latch to the pharmacy until the time I walked out at 9:09pm, people just would not stop coming to bother us. Everyone wanted to wait. Everyone wanted their stuff right now. No one gave a shit that we were backed up like mad because we were short one tech for the day, and no one batted an eyelash when we started quoting 30-40 minute wait times. I didn’t even get a lunch break, there was no possible way for me to leave. It was just insane.

Today I’m going to absolutely relish only being there for 5 hours. And tomorrow I’m going to enjoy sleeping until 9 with Eddie curled up beside me.

Another thing I’m going to seriously enjoy tonight? Hearing about off the drama going on with coworkers. The RPh on duty has an 18 year old son, and last week his 16 year old girlfriend’s mother called their house because there had been “an incident”. Apparently the girlfriend’s 10 year old sister walked in on the two of them in flagrante delicto, and so the kids and their parents are calling for some sort of interfamily pow-wow. However, the plot thickens: this isn’t the first time they’ve been caught; supposedly the RPh caught them at her house at one point earlier this year, either in her bed or in the shower (he’s been caught twice this year, with this girl and another one, but I’m not sure of the location of the last time they were caught). Aaaand, he doesn’t know he’s been caught twice before, and I don’t think that the girl’s parents know about it. What I wouldn’t give to be a fly on the wall during that conversation. I’m tempted to make a fake Myspace profile just to completely rag on the dude.

Still no idea what to do with my money. I’m thinking piercing and sex toys (after 5 years, one of mine just kicked the bucket), and maybe stashing some of the rest in the “New Apartment” can.

For now, I’m going to go eat some leftover chicken and shower and maybe take some pictures of my new clothes.

We get it. There are people on the internet who are willing to fuck your 14 year old daughter. There’s also people out there willing to fuck your 14 year old son. Do we really need what seems to be a damned near weekly series on catching these asshats? I don’t think I’d be quite as annoyed with the shows if it weren’t for the fact that they dwell almost exclusively on the men. Since they started doing this series about 3 months ago, there’s been maybe 1 segment devoted to telling people how to protect their children from internet perverts by not posting 300 question surveys about their personal and school information and sex lives, not letting your 12-year old daughter pose in a bikini on her webcam, and how they really shouldn’t be meeting strange people from the internet, because there’s a lot of social rejects like this guy, that chatted with me yesterday afternoon.

fifo_vs_lifo23: u got nice boobs
fifo_vs_lifo23: love them
fifo_vs_lifo23: do u show?
silvadelle: Nope
fifo_vs_lifo23: i am feeling so horny now
fifo_vs_lifo23: if u want…i can show u
silvadelle: Outgrew the “show everyone my tits” stage about 5 years ago.
fifo_vs_lifo23: which stage r u in now?
fifo_vs_lifo23:
silvadelle: The “fed up with people assuming webcams equal free porn” stage.

Or this guy, who just got me a couple of minutes ago:

stevo123 :: well do u have msn
silvadel :: I do, but we’re chatting here and that’s enough.
stevo123 :: u can add me?
stevo123 :: thats cool im pretty sure u might wanna consider checkin me out
stevo123 :: canadianhockeyicon@hotmail.com [So, um, does anyone wanna check him out?]
silvadel :: No thanks, no desire to watch webcams. They bore me.
stevo123 :: just do it;)
stevo123 :: canadianhockeyicon@hotmail.com
silvadel :: Um, no.
stevo123 :: im pretty sure ull regret it, just add me then see what u think of me
stevo123 :: i have pics and a cam
silvadel :: I don’t particularly care.
stevo123 :: u got a nice rack
silvadel :: So I’ve been told.
stevo123 :: ur fuckin hot thats why this is ridiculous
stevo123 :: i was hoping ud be down with chattin with a hockey player [Have hockey players been granted super-sexual powers in the time since I stopped having sex with them?]
silvadel :: I’ve dated hockey players. No difference between you and other guys.
stevo123 :: u like younger men
stevo123 :: ur a fuckin milf thats for sure [MILF? Fuck no.]
silvadel :: I like all men. Age is a number.
stevo123 :: lets see the rack ;), amazing
silvadel :: You are aware that this isn’t an adult site, correct?
stevo123 :: i could care less, i like what i see in front of me
silvadel :: Doesn’t give you the right to be an ass and ask for shows.

Yes, I was called a milf. *boggle* I guess milf has changed from “mother I’d like to fuck” to “generic older women I’d like to fuck”.

I got bored today and took pictures of myself. This is the only clean one. The rest were dirty. And let me be the first to say that perhaps the least sexy thing that can possibly happen is getting a bunch of good clothed pics of yourself, taking a bathroom break, and realizing that your period has decided to make an appearrance unannounced. Thankfully this wasn’t one of those moments where The Shining-worthy torrents of blood and gore fill the room.

A couple of days ago I received an instant message from the owner of the very first erect penis I ever laid eyes upon - my first boyfriend. We exchange pleasantries about life and how he found me on Myspace, and I mention that doesn’t surprise me, since the only people who ever hit my homepage are looking for porn of some sort. This then progresses to whether I’m in the porn, or if it’s just porn in general. From there it derails into what kind of stuff I’ve done on cam and whether or not I’ve still got pictures. I send some of the cam archive stuff and some of a batch of pics I took of myself a couple of years ago, he offers to send a shot of his junk to my cell - “The only way my eyes will ever see your cock again is if your phone can send it to my email” I tell him - and he wonders why we never did much more than feel each other up when we were 15. We say our goodbyes, and I go to lunch. I come back to an email from his phone. This morning he messages me to tell me his wife checked his phone and was not pleased with him sending the picture to me. Whoops.

The other night I had a dream that I was part of the camera crew on Survivor. Very strange. That doesn’t compare to last night’s dream, where I was at Greene airport for softball tryouts, and the coaches were dropping the balls from out of flying planes. And then there was a tornado that suddenly formed right where we all were running around. Oh, and as if that wasn’t strange enough, Lindsey Lohan was there.

We got word last week that Eddie’s biological father had died (Eddie doesn’t remember him at all), and didn’t leave a will. We were asked to ship up copies of all of Eddie’s adoption paperwork, and while going through it discovered that it doesn’t look like it was an adoption, but rather just a name change, and the dead guy is still listed as his father on the birth certificate. We’re not sure exactly what sort of estate there is, if any, so we also sent up power of atorney paperwork to his mom so she can handle things for us up there. At this point, any sort of money would be good.

I’m quite bored right now. I got up this morning and fixed my skirt so it didn’t look like I had drapery coming out of my ass. I brought Eddie to work and went to pay my last college bill. With nothing better to do this afternoon, I played around on Myspace for a while and updated my profile a little and messaged a few folks I used to know. I’m going to head out shortly and drive down to Warwick to do the laundry next to work and hopefully get all that done before picking up Eddie at work. With any luck I’ll remember my sunglasses, and hopefully will be able to find some way to amuse myself for the few hours I’ll be sitting there watching the clothes spin.