smite and my butt

[spankerella]

I'm evil. I should accept it. The mere possibility of someone I don't like very much getting smited by someone I do like has made me almost giddy. I am extra annoyed about little things lately. Like the tiniest thing seems to be able to set me off. Especially at work. I like my job, I do, but some of the people I work with have habits that annoy the HELL out of me.

And what is it with drunk guys wanting to touch my butt? Seriously. I don't have a booty. Not really. I have really white white girl butt. It's barely there. Maybe he was just checking to make sure it was. Who knows? I have been pondering a certain hand on my butt since Saturday. Drunk guys and my butt. *sigh*

I'm off to read more VM fic. Ta.

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[spankerella.livejournal.com]

Whatever happend to being merely wicked? What changed your mind?

Why be the Princess of the Pissy Pants when I can be the Queen of Darkness? As for Heathrow Airport, I do hope to be there within the next year. I hope to see that evil firsthand.

Well, I didn't break anything on the guy because he was a cutie. He's also a friend of a friend. Plus, it was his house we were at. One of my friends told me my butt is also the perfect height for ass grabbing, so that might have been it. She also suggested it's a bit like playing chicken. How far can I go before she slapping the tar outta me? That he might have done it to see if he could. I do happene to have a rep for being the girl you don't want to be on the bad side of.

I don't break fingers. I head butt or backhand or elbow balls.