commando betty

why do i do this to myself? ok, so my job is currently arse boring. this morning, i poured myself out of bed into running gear, hit the road for a half hour, came back, showered and realised i was running late. so I donned the first skirt i found, which happens to have a metal zip to the hip. and black stilettoes and a low cut red top (just for clarity of your mental picture). i look hot. cope.
i also forgot to wear underwear. ok, so *forgot* isn't quite how it happened, it's just i was running late and well.. these things occasionally slip my mind. you know how it is.

i just got asked if i was working in a lapdancing club.

and now that i have perfected my slut-secretary look i am haunted by sordid images of Maggie Gyllenhaal. horny horny horny.

but i am already contravening a billion office policies by blogging, i reckon furtive porn searches or workwanking would not go down too well. i gotta content myself with filthy thoughts.

every 6 seconds or so.

jeez, having a job sucks.