a.k.a Petitebete. Office drone by day, amateur closeted erotica writer by night (hard to write in a closet let me tell you). Dabbler, dilettante, self-deprecator. Musings, rants, social commentary and the occasional flash of fictional semi-brilliance when the Muse smacks me upside the head. Under-promising and over-delivering since 1989. Canadian, in case the backdrop wasn't clear indication enough.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Malice und vunderland
A part of me I thought was buried long ago has resurfaced, and like any repressed rebellious hellcat it came back kicking and spitting and ready to cause trouble. I hope to have a better handle on her this time, and better skills at deflection when events inevitably go awry. Not sure how long her visit is for but I am certain it will be an interesting adventure.
Friday, January 14, 2011
More Sh*t My Russian Says
NS Carol: so this guy I've been trying to ignore is insisting on taking me to dinner.
Me: He sounds very persistent.
NS Carol: I don't know what he wants
Me: sounds like he wants you, or he wants IT
NS Carol: He wants IT.
Russian: So what's the big deal, don't you come with IT?
Me & NS Carol: LOL!
Me: He sounds very persistent.
NS Carol: I don't know what he wants
Me: sounds like he wants you, or he wants IT
NS Carol: He wants IT.
Russian: So what's the big deal, don't you come with IT?
Me & NS Carol: LOL!
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