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Thursday, February 01, 2007'♥

- the NEW 'corporate bitch' in the house -

it's my first day at work at ACERS as accounts executive dealing with credit control. i reckon i am going to have some fun hounding people for moolahs. Dickheads instead of pig heads will be hung, so yes, if you owe acers moolahs, please pay up soon. I will be nice, I promise.

Issues asside, (this new corporate bitch here doesnt have much time to digress), such is the grouch who wakes up at insane hours in the morning.

It's going to be a brand new start for me. Let's be a tad more positive, no?
For starters, there will be :
1. early bedtimes ( *cou -"i am boring" -ughs* )
2. lesser photography shoots ( woe befalls. )
3. blogging
4. new exercise/detoxification regime for the faint hearted.
5. more moolahs for the extremely despondent girl treading along the dangerous lines of poverty.
6. new month for theboy and i.
7. less tv/ books.
8. seriously, there's much for me to learn, and i want this to be THE turning point of my life.


prayers please.


signing off with dickheads, magic pens, and electric stunners,
The new mean corporate bitch.
(:

-skive-


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eloera jesusa woon.

she paints skins of whom she has never known, and may never be.
she fortifies , she preserves - of what time has taken.
she dances in the silvers of her moonlight ,
with this cacophany of noises,with these falsities -they lead her hand. //

the facades that she hide behind, the facets of her life.she is but the master of puppetry.

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