The Blond Anti-Christ (that would be me) needs one more night off. It's more than a small mercy that 1) no one vandalized my vehicle in the company parking lot; 2) that I have yet to see any weaponry brandished in the last two days; 3) that I still get my fat ass up and off to work at the prescribed time every day when wiser mortals would call the office and say, "I have one motherfucker of a loose stomach and can't come in." Or something like that.
Truth be told--everything will be fine. It's been a tough week and I just need a decent night's sleep. I'm starting to think I look like Lon Chaney in the original "Phantom of the Opera" (above). I hear Benefit make-up makes a terrific concealer.
Your indulgence appreciated.
5 comments:
Sounds like it really is lonely at the top. :( Well, you still got us! And, you're right, everything will be fine. You're too cool a broad for them to stay mad at.
What did I miss? Someone's mad at you? Your stomach is loose? You've been brandished at with weapons? Is this somehow related to the Polish wake?
Whatever's going on, I'm sending love and hugs and fantasy sex with Taylor. It couldn't hurt...
xo
J.
Oh, I bet it could hurt !!
...so good!
blues, get your ass over to my blog and say hi! CW has a link. (you too, Julie!)
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