Special Sauce

A mish-mash of twisted thoughts from a fevered ego. Updated when the spirit moves me, contents vary and may have settled during shipping. Do not open towards eyes. Caution: Ingestion of Special Sauce may cause hair loss, halitosis, and a burning sensation while urinating.


No news is...?

No news is still annoying. Really.

Though I did have a moment of panic this morning, and left my very patient rep a message that was ever-so-rambly, but basically said "If my working for Bosslady on an extremely-part-time-basis would be construed as a conflict of interest for the foundation with the heaps of cash to throw at me, I SOOOOO do not have to work for Bosslady any more."

If necessary I might consider sexual favors for any or all of the office staff at the foundation, and possibly the placement agency.

As soon as I know anything, though, I'll let you know.

In other news, I hate not having "hello" on this PC, because I finally have the pictures Stoltzfus took of Odie (on a non bitch day) and me as .jpgs. If I can get it to work on this dinosaur, there may be surprises later.

Heh. Crazy Betsy (former Bosslady) was all paranoid this afternoon, calling G. Monkey up, asking if she had anything to do with this (stupid) Benefit going on at Salon de Weedwhacker. (Because Crazy Betsy? Loves the weedwhacker man. And he gives her dowdy hair. I don't get it.) G. Monkey truthfully told her no. But like it's any business of Crazy Betsy's what G. Monkey does on the side. Feh.

Thanks for the offer MWN! I think the psychology jargon may be quite beneficial. I could probably bluff it. Heh. It'll be great to use on the people I can't stand. However, with luck, those numbers will be minimal. It seems like this is all the "cool" kids. Granted, I didn't actually hang out with the "cool" kids. (Come to think of it, I didn't really hang out with anyone. Though I had my own shit to deal with back then.) I liked everyone who is putting this shindig together, though, so that rocks. (Helloooooo Amanda!)

Side note to ET- I envy your ET dreds. I think I have developed an interim fix involving a curling iron, brushed out shirley temple curls, a strategically placed bobbypin, and a cubic assload of hairspray. Just to get me through till I can find someone to whack it off.


Blogger Ghost of Goldwater said...

Ok, I's gone and got me one o' dem free sitemeter thingies... so c'mon and VISIT my site, ya bastards! VISIT ME! *shaking fist*

3:20 PM  
Blogger parcequilfaut said...

GoG, I would, if I could comment. But I'm not one of the chosen.

I'll still stop by for my dose of blasphemy every onceinawhile.

ET, the locks knotty are my place to be. And I think you'd rock'em, but let's get you a phatty job first. ;)

6:36 PM  
Blogger Ghost of Goldwater said...

There was a problem with the comments, but that has now been taken care of... at least I was able to comment anonymously just five minutes ago...

8:49 PM  
Blogger parcequilfaut said...

Properly chastened, will be over when quasireligious obligations have ended for the night.

12:08 AM  

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