where you come from
you sexy thingyou sexy thing, you...
tomorrow the IT man is a gonna believe in miracles.
the nails have been painted
the toes looking fine
my boobs stacked in their dress, so devine
imma gonna give his ass a heart attack tomorrow.
i've been dancing, in the polka dot dress, for the past hour.
the backdrop:
r. kelly going off like a mo fo, my landlady all crutched up in her basement. cause, well, she's a turd.
nothing falls out when i shake it.
shake it.
check.
and it was $22.80, the dress. i made a mistake yesterday.
i thought it would be a shame, if i didn't provide the blogger community the proper price quote...and by blogger community, i mean dj temps.
i was a little gassy today.
so i'm working on my bloating problem this evening.
plucking and de-bloating.
all in the name of my soon to be lover.
i
am
en
fuego
and by that i mean my ass is.
and imma crutched. here, see why....
my non-committed friend, who we all know i'm still sprung on, has left me a note on the ster. friendster. friendster is the axis of evil.
i want him to be more than my friendster...and by that i mean, if IT man does not fall in love with me by 3pm tomorrow...i may be forced to e-pal my last summer slumber buddy and work out some ill sex deal.
na na na.
save me IT man.
you are the only engineer that can repair my soul....
please, manage my daily technical operations....
i can't wait to see you tomoorrow.
until then...
i'll be waiting...
with bated breath
and, by that i mean....
let's get all nude in your cubicle.
shhhh.
i won't tell.
all the VP's and Directors do it durty like that anyways.
together, together we'll form our love nest.
posted by tinamarie @ 9:56 PM
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