I haven't posted on here in a while, so I thought I would post my latest artistic endeavor.

Alas, it seems this website has become obsolete....

The Evil One is no longer in charge of me. Apparently, she was let go after being
backstabbed. Mind you, she was a backstabber herself. So it's kind of ironic.

Also, more proof that I was justified in calling her the anti-christ:

Daniel 7:21, "I beheld, and the same horn made war with the saints and
prevailed against them."

Those of you who know of whom I speak will recognize the significance.

Anywho, today has been most surreal.... I don't know if this site will go on. The title is
now a lie. I have been saved. I am no longer the antichrist's bitch.

I've come to the conclusion that the practice of eating so much chicken in America is a
sexist endeavor. Think about it...We don't eat roosters. We only eat hens. FEMALE
CHICKENS! Most people tend to prefer chicken BREASTS! Breasts being the major
symbol for females!

The fact is, we as strong women, need to to start a movement. We can call it...
a FOWL movement. ;-)

Well, I made a new picture with photoshop.
My homage to Lilith.
I'll admit to going the Frankenstein route and stealing a few body parts, but snake skin is difficult to fabricate,
dammit!

Anywho, I liked it so much I put it up on my webpage! Take a look


In other news...

What will happen to this page when I am no longer the anti-christ's bitch? We may get to find out soon... I've been
offered a diagonal/lateral move that will bring an undetermined raise and a key to the ankle chains that bind me to
the Evil One. I say diagonal/lateral because if not for the raise, it would be a step down in the corporate hierarchy.

The horrible thing is, I am being coached by various people into not being honest and revealing my true wish for this
transfer. I've been told to emphasize that it's NOT a personal thing. "It's not you; it's me..."

...That it's a new and exciting direction for me to take...."I think we should start seeing other people"

...That I will get to use my creative abilities in my everyday work..."I'm starting to feel tied down, but I'm really a
free spirit!"

...That, I will still be in the same dept... "But we can still be friends"

Are you getting the same image as I am? Honestly, IT'S a FRIGGIN' lateral move! She's my boss, not my
lover! I don't even swing on that vine!

I HATE Corporate America.

"I've got a headache [                               THIS                                 ] 

big and it's screaming for Excedrin."

Oh, man...Just shoot me. I have this headache that feels like someone removed my skull and the contents
within and proceeded to dip it into molten lead. Then they threw everything back in and sent me off to work.
And the horrible thing is that I have done NOTHING to warrant this pain. I didn't go out drinking. I didn't stay up late...

And now, I am sitting at work trying to look busy and every little voice, noise, social interaction is annoying the hell out of me.

Against my better judgment, I ventured forth to watch the new X-men sequel last night. I say 'Against my better judgment' because I don't normally go to movies that are just coming out because invariably there are more people there than I want to deal with. My review of the movie is that it didn't suck. Which is good. However, sitting behind me were two men who didn't know the meaning of the word: WHISPER. They sat through the whole movie holding a conversation that made me miss parts of the movie. I shot them several dirty looks, but needless to say they completely ignored them.

So, as the credits began to roll, I partially opened the lid to my now melted cherry-and-coke mixed icee and prepared to "accidentally" splash them with the remains as we all edged through the aisles to leave. Unfortunately, my plan didn't succeed. I dropped my car keys and was forced to stop and look for them, thereby missing my opportunity. All I can say is: DAMMIT!

So, more proof that I work for the Anti-Christ is given:

For Secretaries' Day, she brought me a rose clipped from her garden in crystal vase and a card telling me how appreciated I am. It sat on my desk for three days. The third day, she comes to "borrow" it to show to her boss. (Yes, even when it's about me, it's about her.) The weekend comes and goes.

That Monday, the vase with the rose has disappeared from my desk and mysteriously reappeared on her desk. I guess I didn't appreciate it enough...