Bloggin' With Bitchass

Friday here... OK.... something weird is goin on at the office. Right now I'm sitting over at the library on my lunch break, and just shaking my head over the the way Tracer has been acting the last few days. Ever since we closed the case of Mistr... errr.. that MsGrace dame's missing panties, Tracer has been acting like a needy puppy. At first I thought that MsGrace had something to do with it, but if it was that, I think I would be affected too, but I'm acting perfectly normal. But that does remind me, I need to give her another follow-up call and see if her panties are still safe.

Tracer has been spending a lot of time in his secret wanking room with the door locked, ever since that day last week where he had another burrito attack. The dick never learns, and he's beginning to piss me off because I'm the one who has to clean the office bathroom, and it's hard to get any cleaning done when you have to hold your breath for that long. Really, I think he should go see the sawbones and find out what's wrong, because something inside him is evil. It's just not normal for a human being to be so toxic.

But the thing that really has me kinda worried, is all the strange things he's been asking me to do for him at work. A few days ago, he came out of his little room and asked me to make him a list of all the Greek names that I can find. All I can think of is that he might be taking up Greek dancing. You know, where the guys wear the little skirts with white pantyhose and those cute shoes with the big white pompoms on them?

I wasn't really surprised about the Greek dancing thing, but yesterday, he comes out of his cummie closet and asks me to order all the kitchen utensils I can get ahold of. And I'm not talking 10 or 20 here.... He's talking like 20000 or more! I've been humoring this looneytunes by going along and making it sound like he's normal or something, but there's no way we can afford all those utensils, even if I comparison shop. That kind of expense would cut way into my business related calling time with MsGrace, so I'm just telling him I'll get them ordered as soon as I can. In the meantime, I have a plan that will keep our costs wayyyyy down. I'm telling people that we're opening a cooking school for needy wanty pets, and we've been getting lots of utensils donated for next to nothing! I got a big donation from that nice Mr Ace just by flashing my gams at him.

Well, my 2 hour lunch break is over, so I'm gonna head back to the office and see if Tracer is still in his yum yum room. If I hold the glass up to the door just right, I can hear sounds like "uh huhhhhh" and ::giggles::, but haven't heard anything else that will explain what that nimrod has been up to. And I can't forget to call Mistr.... errr.. MsGrace to see if she needs any more housework done today.

I'll let you all know if Tracer keeps acting weird. Oh wait... when DOESN'T he act weird?

Girl Friday