i'm very not funny as of late. i think the new job is draining me. imagine the worst boy or girlfriend you've ever had. now make that person your boss.
delusions of grandeur? check.
blame deflector? check.
cheaper than a three cent whore? check.
physical presence makes me feel unclean? check.
what's a girl to do?
in other news, my boyfriend went skinny-dipping last weekend and lost his wallet somewhere in the pacific ocean area. if you find it, please let me know.
i know i have been largely missing lately, and now that i'm here i'm sucking pretty hard, but thanks to everyone for sticking around. jiggs casey sent me a picture of worldwide pickles that pleased me greatly, and wombat sent me this:
i printed and laminated it so i can draw on him with dry-erase markers.
like this, but without all the effort of mspaint. just me, my markers, and poor poor wombat, just trying to cheer the crazy girl up, now having pictures of himself in clown makeup, earrings, and spraying fire poop posted all over the internet.
dammit! he's using me. it was his plan all along.