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msfledermausThere is no heat in the Rhymes-With Stalker today.
the temperature is around zero, with a windchill of Goddammit-who-cares-it's F&^%$#-COLD!! Everyone who can is huddled around my copiers to keep warm.(The mailroom is the hottest spot in the building because of all the equipment.) I'm thinking of charging admission. (Muahahahahaaa!)
I have more bath goop in the corner that arrived today. (No more of that for a little while, I've more than spoiled myself.) And last night, there was a frenzy of laundry and cleaning that would have amazed the casual onlooker. Tights in various Gothy colors flew everywhere, ugly clothes were washed and put up in the Free bin in the laundry room, clothes were mended, scrubbed, fibrillated, hung out to dry, blasted with hot air, folded, spindled, mutilated...and I now have a lot more room than I did, and a bunch of clothes hanging up that I didn't rememeber I had.:) (Funny how that works.)
Ms Fledermaus with the Smell of the day...Frozen air. The kind that freezes your nose-hairs and smells vaguely mettalic.
the temperature is around zero, with a windchill of Goddammit-who-cares-it's F&^%$#-COLD!! Everyone who can is huddled around my copiers to keep warm.(The mailroom is the hottest spot in the building because of all the equipment.) I'm thinking of charging admission. (Muahahahahaaa!)
I have more bath goop in the corner that arrived today. (No more of that for a little while, I've more than spoiled myself.) And last night, there was a frenzy of laundry and cleaning that would have amazed the casual onlooker. Tights in various Gothy colors flew everywhere, ugly clothes were washed and put up in the Free bin in the laundry room, clothes were mended, scrubbed, fibrillated, hung out to dry, blasted with hot air, folded, spindled, mutilated...and I now have a lot more room than I did, and a bunch of clothes hanging up that I didn't rememeber I had.:) (Funny how that works.)
Ms Fledermaus with the Smell of the day...Frozen air. The kind that freezes your nose-hairs and smells vaguely mettalic.
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*Chortle chortle*
Date: 2001-02-05 07:06 am (UTC)(Hmmmm, we'd have to go to Lava Lounge to get him some poofy fuzzy heeled slippers in his size. Pink or a nice dark red?)
Ms Eff, stirring the pot.*Bubble, bubble, toil and trouble!!fire burn and cauldron bubble!!!Eheheheheeeeee!!! Pass the detergent, willlya?*
Re: *Chortle chortle*
Date: 2001-02-05 04:15 pm (UTC)Bright colors do not suit me.
:p
Sweet Transvestite from Transsexual Transylvaniaaaa..ha HA!!
Date: 2001-02-06 03:49 am (UTC)Re: Sweet Transvestite from Transsexual Transylvaniaaaa..ha HA!!
Date: 2001-02-06 06:55 am (UTC)Ms Eff, gettin' in the spirit of the thing.
no subject
Date: 2001-02-06 08:26 am (UTC)Excuse me...
Date: 2001-02-06 09:35 am (UTC)Ms F, tease tease poke poke tease!
Re: Excuse me...
Date: 2001-02-06 06:16 pm (UTC)Oh! Yeah! We were just joking, before!
He he!
Funny!
I say to you...
Date: 2001-02-07 07:38 am (UTC)Ms Eff, getting spit all over the place.