Merde! What a day.

I got taunted by the ghost that inhabits our administrative building, so I think that counts officially as my second ghostie experience. Coulda lived without that one. *shiver* At least I know something about this creepy-crawly. His name is Chris. He is a prankster who I believe actually died where I work (is that the same guy BBF or I am thinking of the N.P. ghostie with the funky laugh?). He stomps around, moves stuff, knocks stuff around... I HATE going in there by myself at night because I always get that creepy "I'm being watched" feeling. He was making so much racket tonight that I practically ran out of there. I am sure he was vastly amused, the darn rascal.

I've been ass-aulted by the Sex Machine for at least the last hour. Boys are icky.

And speaking of icky, I have a brand spankin' new hickey (oh if you could hear me cursing right now) courtesy of Sex Machine. Boy is he ever in the dog house. At least this one is slightly less conspicuous than the last two he gave me (where you could see them. hehehehehee).

Since life seems to be repeating itself, I think I'll play with the battle cry machine all day Monday.

What Is Your Battle Cry?

Who is that, rampaging along the mountains! It is Blondage, hands clutching an oversized scalpel! She screams gutterally: "For the love of beatings, I bring darkness and mayhem with reckless abandon!!"

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My real first and middle name comes up with this one:

Hark! Who is that, rampaging over the steppes! It is (Name deleted), hands clutching a studded crowbar! She cries gutterally:
"Hail the blood-letting! I desecrate like a four-year-old on a sugar rampage!"

LMAO!!!! That is sooooooo ME!

Hope you had a lovely weekend Flowers.