Instant Messages
Monday, May 14, 2007
Monday is Monday I.M. Madness. I made that one up. My mind stays alert on two important things – emails and I.Ms
Morning Instant Messages:
Me: Omg!!!! One of my boss’ clients totally just did the sex eye to me. I kid you not.
L.A. Dude: duh! You know you are a hot lezzie!
Me: She wasn’t cute though. Bag over her head type of sex
L.A. Dude: You are my idol.
Me: She’s not THAT pretty. Come over and see.
L.A. Dude: I’ll grab some coffee for the entertainment.
Afternoon Instant Messages:
Brooklyn: u suck then u are not the all mighty lesbian god after all
Me: only in the bedroom
The In Between Instant Messages:
The Writer: Congrats on the Transgender article.
Me: mais, merde!!!
The Writer: huh?
Me: what?
The Writer: May I remind you that we are in America and not La FRANCE!
Me: ooOps, wrong IM darling.
The Writer: Thought so. So yeah, great job. I like how they gave you minimal credit for it.
Me: totally screwed me over but its ok I had a blast interviewing some of them. Did I tell you that one of the M to F is absolutely stunning? I could have sworn she had a real vag.
The Writer: FYI – The Museum of Sex Gala thing…what are you going to wear?
Me: uh…nothing really. A little lingerie thing from vickies. I am going to sell myself. Writing doesn’t cut it.
The Writer: you whore.
Me: only at events where the admission is a $1000+. At least I don’t go to Cattyshack and expect little Brooklyn girls to buy me drinks because I’m “famous” in the lesbian world.
The Writer: you whore.
Morning Instant Messages:
Me: Omg!!!! One of my boss’ clients totally just did the sex eye to me. I kid you not.
L.A. Dude: duh! You know you are a hot lezzie!
Me: She wasn’t cute though. Bag over her head type of sex
L.A. Dude: You are my idol.
Me: She’s not THAT pretty. Come over and see.
L.A. Dude: I’ll grab some coffee for the entertainment.
Afternoon Instant Messages:
Brooklyn: u suck then u are not the all mighty lesbian god after all
Me: only in the bedroom
The In Between Instant Messages:
The Writer: Congrats on the Transgender article.
Me: mais, merde!!!
The Writer: huh?
Me: what?
The Writer: May I remind you that we are in America and not La FRANCE!
Me: ooOps, wrong IM darling.
The Writer: Thought so. So yeah, great job. I like how they gave you minimal credit for it.
Me: totally screwed me over but its ok I had a blast interviewing some of them. Did I tell you that one of the M to F is absolutely stunning? I could have sworn she had a real vag.
The Writer: FYI – The Museum of Sex Gala thing…what are you going to wear?
Me: uh…nothing really. A little lingerie thing from vickies. I am going to sell myself. Writing doesn’t cut it.
The Writer: you whore.
Me: only at events where the admission is a $1000+. At least I don’t go to Cattyshack and expect little Brooklyn girls to buy me drinks because I’m “famous” in the lesbian world.
The Writer: you whore.
I'll be at the Gala wearing the red bra and panty set.
;)
little black dress, skinny red belt, red stilletos and red clutch.
Just cause I want to match your bra and panty set.
xo