"Tell me why I don't like Mondays..."

Today is SUCH a Monday. I've got loads of things to catch up on, orders to fill, people to call...and some jerk stole a radio off my desk. (They're in for a suprise if they try to use it--it's broken, and they left the antenna behind. I was sending it back for repairs.)

My weekend was quiet...I made some new necklaces, worked on a tiny ofrenda in practice for the Big Dollhouse, read a lot. Took more pictures with the digital camera. Washed clothes, got a lot of sleep. Talked to a friend about a car I'm buying from her. (I get to learn how to drive stick..Yay for me.) I get paid tomorrow. I'm trying to figure out if I have enough energy to go to Hard Mondays tonight. (I always say that, but I never end up going...I'm usually too whupped from working.)

Ms Eff, getting out her Sherlock Holmes hat and dusting the lonely left-behind antenna for prints.

BTW...

It's Duchess Webb's belated birthday for all us Webb-lovers who don't have access over the weekends...

((((((((((((((DW)))))))))))) Hope your birthday was spectacular, lady. You deserve it.

Play the Ms Eff Dating Game!!!

[Poll #15967]

Just a little Maus Noir....

The sky was grey and sultry out the gritty windows as I walked back from lunch...grey like the lunchmeat in my cheapo sandwich. Grey as my mood; me, Ms Maus, a starving artist in a cold, uncaring Midwestern town....


See, very little. More in a bit:)

Oooooh!!!

I've always wanted a Gothic Poetry Generator!!!

Now I have another way of writing pretentious soul-searching badness!!!
Awwright!!!!

(A sample to share my inner pain and longings for deep dissolution of my toremented soul of pain...the paiiin....)

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Around, all around, the sinister creatures gather.
My dread grows as the angry hand of Heaven falls against my eyes.
It smites me, and darkly my
vitae drips
to the broken ground.
In a frenzy I call your name
while death takes my hand.
Now alone, my fervent plea falls upon darkened eyes.
This is my doom...

Bad, bad Gothic Maus!!

Time for more paiiiiin!!! The horrible, angsty paiiiiin!!!
( I call this one....
just another dang vampire wannabe...)

It is a night of dark desire, a song of ethereal pain,
wolves vent their loneliness. The eternal one
stirs.
Wisps of death shrouds her deathly form,
an impatient agony.
Her ebon hair cascades over
translucent ivory shoulders, and her
full really very deeply crimson lips part slightly, to taste the
death streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.
Now a night of ecstasy,
I thirst.

*snicker*

Woooh, that one was really bad...

Bad Gothic Maus Presents...Haiku!!!

(Written by me, no generator this time, alas...*siiigh*)

Bleak...so bleak am I
reaching toward the darkened sky.
Life is but a dream...

Row, I row my boat,
Gently down that ebon stream.
Row, row, row my boat...

Yet my merry ways
merrily are now undone.
I'm out of absinthe....


(Okay, I'm finished. You can stop screaming now.)

*snicker*

I just stapled a bunch of pages in the phone book together accidentally with an electric stapler.

Under J for Juntunen group...

I'll always be able to find that number right away, now.