I know. I just think the dress was an omen!

So that's why it didn't work out with Ken.

Cool! That must be a more recent thing, then. I figured I would have seen them, working on the west side.

Maybe the fabled Disneyland cats have moved in since I worked there in the '90s, but I never saw one, even though I frequently worked until 1 a.m., and walked back to Cash Control through the empty park.

Seriously. Multi-tasking!

Fuck that "men are logical, women aren't" bullshit. And fuck that "men aren't emotional" bullshit right along with it.

I always liked their stuff! And yes, speed was not their priority.

Cops, mostly. Sometimes news choppers or fire choppers.

And they put mayonnaise on them. Which I actually enjoy.

Truth. And there are a lot of McDonald's in France. Ahh, McDo.

Oui.

Everything is better with pussy.

This definition of guacamole confuses me. Growing up in Mexico, guacamole was avocado, chopped onion, chopped tomato, minced garlic, lime juice, chopped cilantro, chopped jalapeños and salt all mashed together in a molcajete. What's with calling plain mashed avocado guacamole and the other stuff pico de gallo? ¡Mis…

I looked her up, and it seems she does glum/bored/sulky for a lot of things.

Creepypms is fantastic. It can entertain for hours.

Now see, last time I mounted the competition, I got sent to HR. Harumph.

Really? This story wasn't horrifying enough???

See, I kind of love that she messed up the powder. Because I feel better about times I inadvertently looked like a raccoon due to too much eyeliner.

Blaming the freelancer is not cool.

He totally reminds me of the artsy dudes I went to college with. I can picture him being a still-life model for extra pot money.