Today was a strange day, as men kept hitting on me while I was at work. Usually, only very old and perverted men cast their eyes my way, but today everyone was under 40. Maybe even under 35. It was utterly bizarre, in the Writer Universe.
Coworkers liked my black hair. And one of them actually gave my hair a little tug (startling me, as my back was turned to him) to see if it was a wig! That made me laugh.
Right now I'm tired, and for some reason my shoulders hurt like hell. I need a pretty man-slave to, like, give me backrubs or something. Mm, that'd be just loverly.
I need food.
Coworkers liked my black hair. And one of them actually gave my hair a little tug (startling me, as my back was turned to him) to see if it was a wig! That made me laugh.
Right now I'm tired, and for some reason my shoulders hurt like hell. I need a pretty man-slave to, like, give me backrubs or something. Mm, that'd be just loverly.
I need food.