queen of the bees.

sticky bee sez:

i was on the bus today and i sat at an empty seat for two. i looked down beside me to see that my seat partner, today, was a giant dead bumblebee laying in a puddle of bumblebee innards. she was still alive. we shared the ride home. i wanted to put her out of her misery but wasn't sure that was the right thing to do. who am i to snuff out the life of the bee? she made such a great bus-partner -- all of these reeking, muttering miserable bus-people would lumber over looking to plant their asses beside mine, and they would look down at the bee in her death throes and they would move along. i am one with the bees, i tell you.

in other news: free porn at my work. in the form of a fire station next door. and firemen who wash the truck. every day. big, uniformed firemen, some with mustaches, holding huge, throbbing spurting hoses. it's really quite something. i've been mentally commanding them to take off their shirts but so far no luck.

remember when you called me up, hyperventilating, to tell me that you had just driven by a firestation in ottawa where the firemen were engaged in a full-on water fight? i heart free, live, uniformed porn.

shocker. heh. these cosmetic names are out of hand. i have a lipgloss called "underage" - a pale, fleshy pink. JEEsus. just trying to wear some lipgloss here - not trying to conjure up images of child pornography. if i were to name a fragrance it would be called "dad's breath."

queen bee,
buzz.