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Merry Christmas! You're dead.
Updates!!!
1. Quit this chicken house to move to a new chicken house. Before you all get high and mighty and self righteous on me (fuckers), let me tell you now that hubby and I thought and debated about this. Might even travel next year for certification.
Awesome.
2. Hubby might move to this chicken house. Hope he get it. It's going to be good for him. Closer to home and he's actually nice enough to tolerate the other ding-dongs here.
Yehey.
3. Now, get ready for this. This is the mother of all updates... ready? Sitting down? Ok...heheheh...
I decided to go for the whole Audrey Hepburn look today. Got the make up done pat and the little back dress with killer pumps, the bun, the black tailored jacket and the black and white scarf knotted nicely around my neck. I even have the big "Breakfast at Tifanny's" sunglasses. I look amazing, if I say so myself (Sasha would agree!)
I step out of the office to smoke, and who do I see coming in? Brian "You're dead" Marty. This was the guy who I lived with, flirted and screwed around with my friends (not my friends anymore), stole my jewelry and money and broke my heart!
I was shaking. The whole world stood still. I went up to him and called him out.
"Brian Marty."
He looks at me like he's seen death herself.
"You don't know who I am anymore..."
"I do! How can I not know you?"
That's right bastard. You should know who I am.
"What are you doing here?"
"I'm training."
Agent. Ptchth!
"Who's your trainer?"
"Hero"
You are soooo dead!!
"You owe me, by the way."
"I know. I do owe you"
"Yup. About 50 grand worth."
He flinches.
"I'll be late. I've got to go."
"I'll see you later. We'll talk."
He steps in and I start shaking. I didn't know if it was from rage or from excitement at the prospect of making his life a living hell here.
Revenge is sooo sweet.
Christmas has come early for me.
BWAHAHAHAHAH!!!
1. Quit this chicken house to move to a new chicken house. Before you all get high and mighty and self righteous on me (fuckers), let me tell you now that hubby and I thought and debated about this. Might even travel next year for certification.
Awesome.
2. Hubby might move to this chicken house. Hope he get it. It's going to be good for him. Closer to home and he's actually nice enough to tolerate the other ding-dongs here.
Yehey.
3. Now, get ready for this. This is the mother of all updates... ready? Sitting down? Ok...heheheh...
I decided to go for the whole Audrey Hepburn look today. Got the make up done pat and the little back dress with killer pumps, the bun, the black tailored jacket and the black and white scarf knotted nicely around my neck. I even have the big "Breakfast at Tifanny's" sunglasses. I look amazing, if I say so myself (Sasha would agree!)
I step out of the office to smoke, and who do I see coming in? Brian "You're dead" Marty. This was the guy who I lived with, flirted and screwed around with my friends (not my friends anymore), stole my jewelry and money and broke my heart!
I was shaking. The whole world stood still. I went up to him and called him out.
"Brian Marty."
He looks at me like he's seen death herself.
"You don't know who I am anymore..."
"I do! How can I not know you?"
That's right bastard. You should know who I am.
"What are you doing here?"
"I'm training."
Agent. Ptchth!
"Who's your trainer?"
"Hero"
You are soooo dead!!
"You owe me, by the way."
"I know. I do owe you"
"Yup. About 50 grand worth."
He flinches.
"I'll be late. I've got to go."
"I'll see you later. We'll talk."
He steps in and I start shaking. I didn't know if it was from rage or from excitement at the prospect of making his life a living hell here.
Revenge is sooo sweet.
Christmas has come early for me.
BWAHAHAHAHAH!!!
