Busyness Equals Mutiny on high seas.

OR something like that.

So..I have come to the conclusion that I think about sex Way more then the normal girl.
I get strange looks with my thinking of sex too much sometimes. That and my randomness.

At work the other day, I told my boss I was too busy. And she said Busyness equals Happy boss. Then me being the wierd little smart ass I am said: Busyness if you were a pirate equals mutiny on the high seas. SHe gave me a wierd look and walked away.

Apparently I get that often. More often then I Even realize..Obviously.
 SO today one of the railroaders that tries to desperately chat me up(and is married) Tried talking to me again today. I of course said hi by saying. Whats crackalackin homefry. And he gave me a kinda well suuure look and then said: I dont know what that even means.

And then he didnt say much else to me..and well normally he would puppy dog me until I talked to him. SO mission totally accomplished…Well without being a mean heartless evil bitch anyway.

I have done worse things to scare men away.
The best way is to detour them though really.

Even if I was single:Which I am not. I so wouldnt like them to try that hard..Didnt say I dont like being chased. But being chased and having someone follow you around like a little doggy is quite different. Ya know?

I got my kitty a shirt that says born fabulous. He let me put it on him..Then he rolled over and showed me his belly so I would rub it..Kicked my hands with his feet..Then fell asleep..Then drooled all over my pillow.
He is incredibly fabulous…Just agree..I will kick you if you don’t.

Anyway. I miss a mister. I wanna call him and discuss things..But he might be doing fun stuff…

Bah. *licks his forehead*

Mister innapropriate is always missed though.