Bitches of Eastwick

I had computer problems all morning, talk about boring. So, I didn’t get much done.

So, I had time to observe Fat, plain Liz who seemed to be helping Awful Rachel surreptitiously, don’t know what that is about. She’s like the fat friend – actually, not like, she is the fat friend – helping and supporting her ‘crush’. She’d give Rachel’s verjayjay a lick, you can see it in her totally empty eyes, just searching for the good thing to latch onto, so her life isn’t completely empty.

You know, Truly Awful Rachel was actually a decent sort, until she lost her looks and her husband Rob cheated on her. Oh, no, that is to come, we have that to look forward to.

I decided that I’d better offer to help Truly Awful Rachel before it becomes a black mark against my name, and the next time I look around, truly awful Rachel will be in Heart Palpitation Rachel’s office reporting in. (you can’t underestimate these horrible bitches) 

So, there I was in the afternoon stuffing letters into envelopes. (This is what I went to uni for, stuffing envelopes and going into daily battle with the Bitches of Eastwick)

I just keep reminding myself of my exit plan. May 31st, I get 7 years LSL June 01st, I resign.

The day was long, but eventually all bad things come to an end. You know the old saying, this too shall pass.

I was home alone, ah the peace, ah, the quiet. I headed to the sushi shop to buy sushi, but it was closed. So, I bought two buns from Breadtop and a meat samosa.

I came home and created more cartoons about our schizophrenic anorexic bitch boss, Belinda. Her and her conscious, I figure there would be voices in that head

I went to bed late, 2am. I was home on my own, so I had the house to myself. I was working on Belinda cartoons and photos of myself. The photos of me weren’t so good, so I got to them with my photo editing software and I got rid of all of the defects, as best I could.

But the cartoons made me smile.