And it's pink

I was early to arrive to my usual bus stop, so I went to the shop in front of it: stationery shop. Oh, horrors!

I bought a pink pen. And today I wrote my daily work-paper in pink. No, not divulging any details. I do not wanna get recognized. :P

But I met Sylar today. He greeted me, I greeted him back, it was all nice. He is still rather hot, but my nervousness is pretty much gone. I guess he is not all mysterious and totally manly.

The tall guy who is sometimes... dunno, he seems to lightly pick on me or tease me sometimes helped me out and smiled at me a lot. Mixed signals. I wonder if he hates me or likes me or what. I'll nickname him Giraffe, for future reference. ^^ I wonder if he wants to be my next ex. He is tall enough...

I also met and got introduced to a guy in the next department. He looks kind of like Anders and... yeah, blue eyed and totally blond too. He is... pretty nice. I thought he hated my guts. Not that I care about trivial things like that. Seems like he just stares morosely out of his skull at us sometimes.

I also got mistaken for someone at the tech department. (There are NO girls in the tech department, but thanks for the compliment.) I told the woman that just because I wear Martens and black mostly I am not a tech person. But this prejudice I let slide. She laughed and admitted she sees me talking to the tech guys a lot so she thought...

Well well well. I talk to the tech guys a lot? News for me, but what the hell. Too bad they are all at the Metal Fest while I had to work the night shift and miss it. Sniffles.

Also, guys seem to notice that I'm reading Stephen King. I just felt like it, but random guys tend to say: "Oh wow, you are reading Stephen King?! Awesome! Have you read The Shining?" It is getting a bit irritating. And when I tell them I wrote my final thesis about Lovecraft and his Cthulhu Mythos, their jaw hits the floor.

I think I'll be nicknamed the horror chick. Which is pretty far from the truth. Le sigh. I think Giraffe secretly expected me to read romance novels and watch Titanic reruns. He started acting differently towards me when I reassured one of my colleagues when he was describing something gruesome that I'm not a delicate flower.

Well, I'm not. But this totally not delicate flower is scared shitless of the black guy who is calling me from random numbers. So I will drag my non-delicate flower soul and buy another phone number. Might just use it for a few months, hopefully. Although if I find a cool one, I might just switch over... not much chance tho.

Oh and of course, it'll be a private number. I'll make damn sure nobody sends me spam, or I will sue. Bwahahaha.

...so. Off to sleep. I need to buy some cheap, second-hand Stephen King anthologies tomorrow. I wanna buy Night Shift, if possible and maybe the Dark Tower books. Although now that I have said this, I won't be able to find it tomorrow. Meh.