I'm not quite sure how I'm going to make it through another month of this job.. (who am I kidding. I'll make it through fine. Just like I always do. Reading my books and having brief flashes of hope as I feel the begginning of carpal tunnel..) At least I know what I don't want to be in life. *chuckle*
On a beautiful, lighter note.. Mr. Almost Poshlust and I had a lovely evening last night, lighting all the candles and listening to our favorite Nightmares on wax cd and taking pictures and drinking deliciously wicked Godiva White Chocolate Liquer on the rocks, to compliment my deliciously wicked new white snow princess hat. That's right. Snow Princess. (This hat is also getting me through my day... I've gone to work dressed up as a veritable snow princess, all white pearled cardigans and creamy sequined tops. I just imagine every craptastic person I speak to is a measly subject not altogether unswayed by the powers of my flashy hat. It makes me feel better. Is that so bad? )
As well, my loyal snow man Camote is sitting right by me, all striped shirts and royal nose. He's getting me through my day with his witty repartee.. and the fact that we can compete over who of us actually hates their job more. It's a vicious contest, made all the more poignant by the fact that I'm leaving, and he's staying here.. Unless he makes use of his stunning little mind and writes the novel of the decade. Maybe even century. You heard it here first. And I better be in the linear notes. Or at least be a character. A sexy smart one. With wings.. and shiny shoes.
Alright... my brief window of non-working is closing.. and I must return to the gallows.. I mean.. work.. I mean.. cry. Oh well. It's pay day tonight. God bless. A temporary band-aid.
On a beautiful, lighter note.. Mr. Almost Poshlust and I had a lovely evening last night, lighting all the candles and listening to our favorite Nightmares on wax cd and taking pictures and drinking deliciously wicked Godiva White Chocolate Liquer on the rocks, to compliment my deliciously wicked new white snow princess hat. That's right. Snow Princess. (This hat is also getting me through my day... I've gone to work dressed up as a veritable snow princess, all white pearled cardigans and creamy sequined tops. I just imagine every craptastic person I speak to is a measly subject not altogether unswayed by the powers of my flashy hat. It makes me feel better. Is that so bad? )
As well, my loyal snow man Camote is sitting right by me, all striped shirts and royal nose. He's getting me through my day with his witty repartee.. and the fact that we can compete over who of us actually hates their job more. It's a vicious contest, made all the more poignant by the fact that I'm leaving, and he's staying here.. Unless he makes use of his stunning little mind and writes the novel of the decade. Maybe even century. You heard it here first. And I better be in the linear notes. Or at least be a character. A sexy smart one. With wings.. and shiny shoes.
Alright... my brief window of non-working is closing.. and I must return to the gallows.. I mean.. work.. I mean.. cry. Oh well. It's pay day tonight. God bless. A temporary band-aid.
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