hot eye-rubbing action
Apr. 23rd, 2003 09:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
blustockingp.s. If playing with Play-Doh and making paper chains with empty Pixy Stix straws is the wrong thing to do on your lunch break, THEN I DON'T WANNA BE RIGHT. I was told by Boss Lady, as she chuckled, that I'm "just too creative". To which I promptly replied, "Fuck off, Hagatha!". AHAHAHAA! No, really, I did. She didn't fire me then, but when she found the blood and feces painting of the Virgin Mary I did on the bathroom wall, she gave me a strict warning. No one gets my art.
Oh the chain, it is long. It will be grand when I am through. Bless you Wonka. Bless your coma-inducing, kaleidoscopic-colored, sugary goodness. I'm good about a lot of things, more so now, but candy be my weakness. And Pixy Stix, well...they get me through my mind-numbing job when caffeine hath long jumped ship.
Oh the chain, it is long. It will be grand when I am through. Bless you Wonka. Bless your coma-inducing, kaleidoscopic-colored, sugary goodness. I'm good about a lot of things, more so now, but candy be my weakness. And Pixy Stix, well...they get me through my mind-numbing job when caffeine hath long jumped ship.
