irritated.

not happy. not happy at all. i got home from work last night, and the beloved DVR had screwed up the recording of American Idol. it kept getting "stuck" one minute and 30 seconds into the show. kinda like a CD that is really scratched. so, i missed the entire episode, and now have to rely on other internet geeks out there to post it somewhere so i can download and view the show. NOT HAPPY. in other news, there is a really hot guy that moved in this building. a law firm moved in last week, and although most of them are old and unattractive -- he is opposite of them. i'm not sure if he is interning, or whether he fresh out of law school, but he looks to be in his late 20's. he's about 6'5, dark headed, and makes a suit look REALLY good. yesterday around 5, i hopped on the elevator to go down and get outta here, and as is normal for me - i had my hands full. as i was fumbling with the papers i had in my hand, i dropped my keys. just so happened that Hot Guy got on the elevator at the exact moment i dropped them. our conversation went something like this: *drop keys* Hot Guy (HG): "do i make you that nervous?" me: "don't flatter yourself." hg: *chuckling* i like that - you're spunky. me: "i'm a lot of things." *grin* *** elevator opens to lobby level*** i get out and walk towards the parking garage. hg: "don't i at least get to know your name, miss a lot of things?" me: *giggling inside because it reminded me of austin powers' gal alotta vagina* "my friends call me red. i go to lunch at 1, and my favorite flowers are gerbera daisies. have a nice evening." so, we'll see what comes of that filirtatious banter.... maybe nothing, maybe something. who knows? he's white and he's american, so i'm betting he doesn't do anything. i'm tellin ya, i don't attract those kind. hehehe. happy wednesday!