too smart and too horny for her own good
ok so um I actually wrote this two weeks ago and let it sit there in my draft folder where I did nothing to it. I don’t know why. Although it’s probably painfully obvious to anyone but me. Whatever. It’s funny. Read on.
my heart: Helloooooooo? Pussy? You in there?
Me: It’s awfully quiet…
my brain: [whispering] do you think she died?!
The Gut: What? No! Just because she isn’t screaming and throwing shit doesn’t mean she died. Idiot.
Today I finished up the project I was doing for Hopeful Future New Boss during my try-out period working for the department I want to transfer into.
I did a very good job. I think. It’s hard to say when the boss doesn’t smile or make any facial expression that may indicate anything resembling displeasure or delight.
Sadly I didn’t have a chance to say “I would love to help out on another account. . . . [sucking up crap goes here]” when I dropped off my files because he had just left for a meeting and was gone for the rest of the afternoon.
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I'm Vix, a 28 year-old Texan. After 18 years of private education and 3 degrees, I'm trying to leave the corporate world behind to become a sex/humor writer and novelist. I'm sexy, funny, ugly, raw, and entirely real-- because there's more to me than being a blowjob queen.
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