Rage

I am slowly being driven postal by the sounds of my coworker who continuously crunches on snacks in the next cubicle all day, (she has at least stopped with the chewing gum when I couldn't bear the popping sounds any longer and finally spoke up, but hasn't caught on that honey roasted peanuts sound even worse!!), my new upstairs neighbours who moved in on Saturday and sound like the Detroit Pistons are playing a game up there, and my friend J, who started a long continuous off-key humming sound in our meditation sitting on Saturday night, almost launching me over the coffee table in a sudden fit of murderous red rage.
I guess that wouldn't have been cool and would have ruined the mood a bit, so I didn't choke her to death. But Jesus FUCKing Christ I felt like it... It's not taking much lately to tip me over the edge. I have been having violent fantasies about stapling my coworker's fucking mouth shut with the automatic stapler, then stapling her to the wall of her cubicle. She's very sweet, I do like her, apart from her terrible oral fixation.

I have taken to playing Nine Inch Nails, Tool and Danzig to drown out coworker. It's the only way. She isn't taking the less than subtle hints.

In other news, I have developed a Joel Gretsch crush, after watching Spielberg's Taken, and The 4400 lately. I am half way through Season 2 of the 4400, it's actually quite entertaining, and not just for the eye-candy. Gretsch makes one very sexy FBI agent. As sexy as Fox Mulder, dare I say it.
I have always had a fantasy about being an FBI agent myself. I probably wouldn't pass the mental health test at this point though.. Might be prone to snap under pressure. ;-)

Gretsch is not my 'usual' taste at all, whatever that is. I usually go more for the Johnny Depp type, the dark mysterious 'bad boy', than the rugged square jawed blonde All-American Hero type. He's married to William Shatner's daughter, apparently.
I don't know why I think that's so weird. I just never knew Shatner had a daughter. I can't imagine that he's anybody's dad...

Gretsch looks like A a little bit, now that I think about it. I bet he's hung, too.