Monday, April 24, 2006

It's always something....

MUSCLES just invaded my office space. He hung out and chatted for quite some time, and I managed to not say a single idiotic thing. I didn't trip. I didn't fall. I managed to sound reasonably intelligent. I even made the man laugh.

We discussed working out for a long time. He went up 50 pounds on his curls this week and swears it was because of a voo doo priestess. She chants and runs her fingers on him and he gets stronger. Mmmmmmmkay. I wasn't about to ask him if perhaps she just wanted to touch his arms like the rest of us. Ahem. I asked him to introduce me to her. I would love to improve my upper body strength. Plus, if he takes me back there to meet her, I can stare at him some more. *cough*

I was feeling good. I was feeling confident.

And then I looked in the mirror.

Earlier in the day someone made me laugh until I literally cried. Well.....I forgot to touch up my eye make up, and it was just all OVER the damn place. Not quite as bad as the Sweet Transvestite in Rocky Horror, but close enough.

*sigh*

It's almost cosmic.

6 comments:

Jason said...

This suspiciously reads like the plot to a late night cinemax movie I saw one time. ;-)

Suze said...

Evie LMAO, that's the kind of thing which happens to me. I was once talking to a colleague, looked down and saw the insert from my push-up bra on the floor. I just managed to kick it under the desk before he saw it. :D

Anonymous said...

LOL Jason! Yeah, except for the voodoo priestess part. Crikey that was weird. I am dying to meet her. LMAO!

Suze, that is absolutely classic. That would totally happen to me, but only if Muscles was around.

I'm tellin' ya. It's cosmic.

Backdoor Slider said...

For some reason only one word comes to mind *grins*

Blondage said...

I know. Dork.

*rolls eyes and laughs*

Blondage said...

LMAO kitten!

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