For where_it_hurts
Oh jeeze!
This was *so not what I wanted when I got here. I mean typing pool? Hello! Not me. I already like totally broke a nail. And they wont gimmie the day off to like get a new manicure. They seriously don't get the emergency of this situation! Dude! So not of the cool. Pisses me off. But they said for me like ten others or sumat. Not like I care. Pffft!
Okay, I do care. Cuz, I need a fucking job! These clothes don't seem to grow on trees and shit. Which they so totally should. Like seriously! But this job? Gah! I need one that like more my style. Like personal manager or whatever they's called. They like got it totally made! Get to chat on the phone all day long, drink blood or coffee or whatever, paint their nails, snoop through mail. It's like...oh my satan... a total dream job!
Got me a plan though. Most of those bitca's don't even gimmie the light of day. Or night, depending on what they are. Vamps working here and all that. But there's a few that's like me. Who understand the importance of getting the right nail polish and stuff. And like totally the right clothes. I got my eyes on the big fish. Fuck yeah.
This gal? She got it made. She got it all. Looks, job, money, easy live. Totally! She started here too, typing pool and all. And now? She's a PA or something! Wicked cool. At least I think that's what they said. Don't matter anyway. She's cute and I think she would be like soooo fun to shop with. And I don't know the best shops around here. Think she does though, oh yeah! So here's my diabolical plan. Oh my satan I so rock.
I compliment her skirt or whatever, then ask where she got it, and then pout and say I like don't know any of the good shops. And bang! She so would wanna help me out! Cuz, I think we're so two legs in a string. Or something. Whatever. Oh yeah, that's what I'm gonna do. Clearing my throat, I walk up to her desk and smiled down at her. I gots a dazzling smile, aint no one gonna resist that.
"Hi. My name is Bailey? And I just gotta say, that shirt? It's to die for! Where'd you get it?"
(Open for Harmony)
This was *so not what I wanted when I got here. I mean typing pool? Hello! Not me. I already like totally broke a nail. And they wont gimmie the day off to like get a new manicure. They seriously don't get the emergency of this situation! Dude! So not of the cool. Pisses me off. But they said for me like ten others or sumat. Not like I care. Pffft!
Okay, I do care. Cuz, I need a fucking job! These clothes don't seem to grow on trees and shit. Which they so totally should. Like seriously! But this job? Gah! I need one that like more my style. Like personal manager or whatever they's called. They like got it totally made! Get to chat on the phone all day long, drink blood or coffee or whatever, paint their nails, snoop through mail. It's like...oh my satan... a total dream job!
Got me a plan though. Most of those bitca's don't even gimmie the light of day. Or night, depending on what they are. Vamps working here and all that. But there's a few that's like me. Who understand the importance of getting the right nail polish and stuff. And like totally the right clothes. I got my eyes on the big fish. Fuck yeah.
This gal? She got it made. She got it all. Looks, job, money, easy live. Totally! She started here too, typing pool and all. And now? She's a PA or something! Wicked cool. At least I think that's what they said. Don't matter anyway. She's cute and I think she would be like soooo fun to shop with. And I don't know the best shops around here. Think she does though, oh yeah! So here's my diabolical plan. Oh my satan I so rock.
I compliment her skirt or whatever, then ask where she got it, and then pout and say I like don't know any of the good shops. And bang! She so would wanna help me out! Cuz, I think we're so two legs in a string. Or something. Whatever. Oh yeah, that's what I'm gonna do. Clearing my throat, I walk up to her desk and smiled down at her. I gots a dazzling smile, aint no one gonna resist that.
"Hi. My name is Bailey? And I just gotta say, that shirt? It's to die for! Where'd you get it?"
(Open for Harmony)