When I last reported... I was mad at my new sexy pants wasn't I? (I'd insert the verbage here, but I am too lazy to go look for it)
Well scratch that. Mama tres happy :-)
It takes a pretty awesome pair to make a woman feel sexy...but mine do just that. Frequently. Behind closed doors I am strutting my stuff let me tell you. In public, well not so much... Cougar-in-training still has some insecurities lol. Lights off if you know what I mean :-) Well, dimmed. Whatever.
and by whatever, I mean I wanna fuck.
(Seriously can't believe I typed that, and even still, not deleting it. Judge me. See if I care)
So it's Friday, the sexy pants are put away for the time being, and I am focusing on work. OK, so not really... but it sounded good in my head when I typed it. Still not even sure my contract is going to be renewed so the stress level here for me is through the roof. Zanax is loaded into my Pez dispenser.
I kid.
But anyone have any? Call me!
I'll report when I know more... but if one day you see a blog post with the word FUCK repeated endlessly, I don't think I will really need to report, no? But in the event that DOES occur, please forward all job opportunities to carmisaloser@loser.com please. I won't check it, but at least I know you all care :-)
(Joking aside, please email me at my true email address. Please. Please. God fucking save me, please.)
Gee, May is a splendid month. It's like mother natures gift's last all month long. (Well except for the fucking great sexy pants... those I can't complain about, so YAY MAY!)
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