too smart and too horny for her own good
For the nightly dose of funny, I have revised and expanded an old post called The Fine Nuances in Name-Calling. This is a great guide to use when you can’t decide whether to call someone a dipshit, a fuckwit, or a mindfucker.
I do what I can to help people ridicule others.
So I may not yet be anywhere close to being done packing for the move on Saturday, and I may be –cough cough– calling in sick to work tomorrow. My boss already granted me permission to be sick, and my coworker clapped me on the back on his way out today and chuckled, “hope you feel better.”
Now that that is out of the way, I can move on to completely freaking the fuck out that I’m only halfway done packing. My father and one of my brothers is showing up Saturday morning to help me move. Every day for the last two weeks my father has been emailing to ask “are you going to be done packing in time?” and I keep getting pissed off that he thinks I’m that unreliable. I can’t let the bastard know he was right.
–runs throughout apartment screaming and picking up items at random and throwing them in a series of giant trashbags which will later tumble to their death out the fourth-floor window–
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I'm Vix, a 27 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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