Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Note To Self
No matter how tired/grumpy/perimenopausal one might feel and no matter how heinous telephone callers to the Big Christian Charity at which you work may be, perhaps best not to use Jesus H Christ! as an exclamation of frustration. For yeah verily it may incur the dipleasure of the good Christian folk.
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oooh big oops....
they will get over it...all that christian tolerance and that...ha!
Har. But let's not forget that they're also the ones with Judgement Day...
Yes, Judgement Day, which I'm totally fine with. I never have looked my best gazing skyward with a beatific smile. I think I'm much more fetching with a pained snarl. And writhing. So if there's a list lying about at your work, mark me down for an eternity of the latter, darling.
I checked, you're already on the Hot Place list.
Mmmmm, writhing.
'God Damn it' doesn't go down well either...
...and that's why I couldn't work for World Youth Day 2008 (the Pope's coming to town)!
Ah, pre-approved! ::kvells::
"Fuck me gently with a chainsaw!" seems to attract attention to any crisis I have in the workplace.
PS: Be a love and see if I've made the hot list, dear. I want to be sure and pack ample resort wear. Are 'man-capris' still vogue in Hell?
MG, man-capris are ONLY in fashion in hell. Just so you know. (PS. on account of the man-capris, you're in. I checked.)
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