too smart and too horny for her own good
This is going to be a shitty shitty week at work. We have a big meeting to prepare for on Friday. I was the only one working on the account for the majority of the last two weeks, which means everything that isn’t done is my fault. Of course. Blame the sad little cubicle monkey. We have nothing left to live for anyway. Bananas are out of season.
The other day I was driving home for my lunch break when a song came on the radio that I had not heard in years. We chase misprinted lies, we face the path of time… I recognized it, but couldn’t place the artist.
And yet I fight
and yet I fight
this battle all alone
I just forgot to breathe.
Many of you commend me for being so honest on my blog. I’ve written once before about how I have to be so open here to make up for how closed-off and distanced I am in person, even with very close friends. Many of you say that you feel like you know me so well after reading me for a couple weeks or even a couple days. And I love that, I do, but sometimes I feel like I’m only telling half the truth because even on the blog there are things I have to hide. Out of vanity? self-preservation? embarrassment? I don’t know.
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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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