hot eye-rubbing action

[blustocking]

p.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.

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[zorak-.livejournal.com]

"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."

and

"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."

HAHAHA! This was beautiful.

You think THAT's special...

[blustocking.livejournal.com]

You should see the mosaic of The Last Supper I made with the bones of newborn babes.