too smart and too horny for her own good
I recently received my first rejection letter.
Time to confess. A while back I submitted one of my super-secret writing projects for publication. [Who they are is not important. Someone huge, that’s all you really need to know.] A couple weeks ago they sent me feedback, and let me tell you this shit was harsh. It was the bitchslapping to end all bitchslappings. Like, motherfucker, gouging out my eye with a melon-baller would have been less painful.
It’s been a week and I’m still thinking about Handsome Nerd.
I want to see him again. I want to talk to him again. There are so many things I want to tell him in the light of undeniable sobriety.
I rarely talk to Hot Coworker. I think he’s an asshole, he thinks I’m a psycho, yada yada yada at least he’s a fine piece of eye candy. Although I intentionally do my best NOT to look at him, because then the fierce fighting between The Triad of me, my brain, and The Pussy begins. My brain knows better than to give him so much as a smile, but The Pussy, well, if She wanteth She speaketh. And then She humpeth and cummeth. So it’s really in my best interest to avoid all contact with him. We work in a large office, so most of the time that’s easy.
Then there are days like Friday when we are put together on an account.
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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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