Salty Sea Hags

It's been a long, hard salty summer. I've felt my face wither from the wind and the tide. I don't know what will become of me. All I know is that for us Sea Hags, it's only going to get longer and harder...and saltier.

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Location: Snake's Lair, Ivy Sea, Pitcairn Islands

I need help down here.

Wednesday, December 28, 2005

Christmas With(out) My Son

I sat there all night
And you did not come.
I held your present so tight
that I started bleeding on it.

Josh, you were it for me,
my only son and guest.
How could you sliver away
on baby-Jesus' birthday?

don't you know
that I bought you an ipod Nano?
And some mints...
and Adobe Photoshop Pro?

I will kill you
trap some snakes in a net
and sew you inside of
their bodies.

Monday, December 05, 2005

Who let the dogs out??

Today, I was brought into a closed conference room and told that "NBC has found my blog." While making no mention of the fact that my blog is written from the point-of-view of a witch living at the bottom of the ocean...they did inform me that the dog pictures I posted were property of NBC and must be removed immediately. It went a little like this...

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Them: Uh....yeah those dog pictures? You're going to have to
get rid of them...

Me: Oh? The ones on my blog? My Salty Sea Hag blog?

Them: ...yeah...the...salty...hag...whatever, just take those dogs down.

Me: Goodd, FINE!! Geez!!
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I then stomped to my cubicle and blasted "Last Resort" by Papa Roach... and then judged more dogs. ding DING ding.


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