deux

I'm at work, and it's deader than Walt Disney around here. I should be doing something productive, but I have no motivation today.

Someone left a note on my windshield yesterday. It said, "You're beautiful. Call me," and had his number underneath. While it is somewhat flattering on a base level, it's also kind of creepy. And cowardly. What, he couldn't say that to my face? What is it with boys? Just come up to us and ask us if you want us to go out with you. The worst thing we can say is no, and then at least you know.

Boys are so silly sometimes.

One of my employees wants to set me up on a blind date with a friend of his. He says we're perfect for each other. Ever notice that when other people think they know someone you'll hit it off with, you wind up hating them instead? Why is that? Is it some inherant human trait to make your friend look like an ass to his friend? Is it some random bitch gene that's still in Darwin's waiting room? Still, I might meet her, just to see what she's like. You never know, right?

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Scarlet makes my panties damp.

Yes, I am a pervy chick. What's it to ya?