It's me again Darling.
I simply don't know what I'm going to do with that Slayer.
I thought she'd be thrilled to have me help her, but nooooo.
When she sashayed her little tush into that library,
I got so excited, I squealed. Poor thing jumped at least
a foot in the air.
But what can you expect from those L.A. girls.
Well, since I've never been one to beat around the bush...
Sorry, I always have to laugh at that saying. Of course I don't beat around the bush.
It's something a flamboyant gentleman like myself would never do.
Anyway, as I was saying, I figured there was no point is putting it off.
Well, when I slammed that copy of "Vogue" down in front of her,
you'd have thought
I bitchslapped her or something.
Why anyone who wears that much makeup would be offended
I just do not know. I mean if you come out looking like Barbara Cartland dears...
you did it SOOO wrong... go back and start again.
Well after chasing her down and cornering her in
the little girls room, I finally managed to get her to agree to let me give her a facial
and to
help her improve her slaying skill.
Of course, she could have just been saying that to get me out of the cubicle.
Oh well, darling, time to get to work. That principal is simply a Domineering
little man. Just the way I like them.