Okay, but WHY?
I am sitting here with a few $20's next to my keyboard and I don't get it.
I can smell them from where they sit, let alone when I had them in my hand a minute ago. They smell so strongly of some kinda perfume-y shit, that I can about taste it.Kinda like dryer sheets maybe.
Hmmmmm.... And, just where did this come from? Amused minds wanna know, man.
I mean, I know where we got 'em from. But, where did the bossman get 'em from? (Probably the bank, but, daaamn... *giggle*) Fuck, they smell good. But, still....
*looks at 'em sorta cockeyed* First time I've EVER noticed money having such an odor. Oh dear Lord... the inside of the pay envelope they came in is cookin' with that smell. I'll bet even the check in there is sweet-smelling. This is just cutely typical. Me to have all this foo-foo smellin' shit and I don't even use "perfume" myself. I wear men's cologne, usually. Drakkar, Black Suede... using Preferred Stock a lot lately. Only women's stuff I use is Taboo and that is NOT what's on this cash. Ugh. Even sitting out, it's not diminishing. Still as strong as it was when I first noticed it.
Know what I thought of first?
How us chicks used to spray letters to guys with perfume.
But, who'd spray money to a guy? (Well, with perfume, anyway?) On toppa which, I can't find my favorite little pair of scissors. I know they're here, somewhere, but with half a ton of "innocent" cats around, who'd NEVER throw ANYTHING of mine on the floor and bat it around til it goes under a major appliance, they're being difficult to locate just now. Shame I don't need 47 pounds of straw, any feathers, mud, cow shit or grocery bags, as they're every-freakin'-where.
Unlike my scissors. And, I just got up.
That happens when ya go to bed at 5:30pm. Dis gonna be an iiiiinteresting day.
I can tell already. Not to eeeeven mention that my "leetle frien'" is due any minute now. (Just got a twinge in the left ovary as a reminder, in fact.) AND, I have to be at work in about 7 hours. That might oughta be explained a little, huh?
Well, first off, like I said in the last post (I think), I am weird. Especially about this particular subject.
I hate "mornings" no matter what time they happen. The first few hours I'm awake, it's best to just pretend ya don't see me, then ya won't feel compelled to talk to me or make me try to make sense yet. All I want is coffee, a book and TIME. Let me come to life in my own way and all is well. Rush me, or get in my face too soon and all is lost for HOURS. It's just not worth it. Believe me. If I'm rushed or fucked with, I feel nauseous, get pissy and just plain hate for a while. I am sooo not the "hit the ground running" type. I'm more of the "ooze to the bathroom, get all the cats outta there, then nail the door shut" type. Which reminds me.... I do NOT know what's up with Mr. Eric lately, but that little shit KNOWS when I go into the bathroom and invariably shows up EXACTLY the instant the last of the air exits the padded seat and I'm settled and then I hafta MOVE. As in: Leave the bathroom for a few. I use this time wisely (after I get done making up new cuss words) by retrieving an incense, which I will surely need, and getting a fresh cuppa coffee and shit.
My hand to God, the last 15 times I've gone to the bathroom, that nerd has shown up, being all squinch-faced, yet still cute, and hopping around and making me feel simultaneously "rushed" (my FAAAAAVORITE thing) and half guilty for being in his way in his tiny little window of opportunity to get in here and go and I wanna know where the frickin' camera is, damn it. *gmao* (Means "giggling my ass off".) Any-gotdamned-way, back to getting up three days before I hafta be somewhere...
It's just better. The longer I'm awake before I become obligated to be coherant, the better.
As we can all see with this very post, no? *rolls eyes* I think I better get some more coffee. Intravenously, even. See ya's after work, I guess.
Y'all (all) have a good day, okay?
I'll try to, too. Peace
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You might be smelling Patchouli on the money. I've been known to put it on my $$. It is a simple spell for your money to come back to you in greater amounts.
Posted by: Maeve at January 08, 2005 12:41 AM (6E1RR)
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