|Can you blame me?
Dearest Pope Peenee:
Would you do me the kindness of emailing a frontal photograph of your good self? Not necessarily top to bottom (pun intended) but something with your face in view and not in profile.
I had several likenesses of you but when my computer crashed I lost them.
Not that I'm planning to Photoshop you or anything. *crosses fingers behind back*
Respectfully (again, with fingers crossed behind back*,
God almighty, I have a hard enough time sleeping at night with the fucking cat commandeering the best part of the mattress and now I keep peeking under the bed expecting MJ to pop up like that clown doll in Poltergeist. Can you blame me?
Anyway, the old dears in the Vatican were adamant about no working from home. They said if Yahoo can't do it, why should the pope. So that was a non-starter for me right there. I think they were just afraid I wouldn't share the Brazilian stripper/choir boys.
|Actually, I would not have shared this. Do I look crazy. Don't answer that.
So, ok, fine, one more tiny little dream of mine, crushed. If only I could comfort myself in that redhead's pits.