As of late, I've been somewhat moody. I freely admit that I conduct myself in an utterly waspish manner at times. Mayhap it's due to the fact that I'm beyond exhausted, but even so, I should retain control over my tongue. If looks could kill, I'd be behind bars. I've given more than my fair share of drop-dead glares. In general, people just annoy me more easily these days.
One of my older officers really hit the spot the other day. His behavior was the outside of enough. I do so tire of men becoming fresh with me, especially in my place of business.
You know, it makes me wonder if one of the Kloey accessories is a flashing neon sign that reads, "If you'd be so kind as to treat me like a whore, I'd be most appreciative..." Whatever it is, it annoys me. I don't even think I'm all that striking. I mean, yeah, I'm decently cute, but as far as being gorgeously sexy, I'm not.
I don't wear provocative clothing. Every so often you may catch a glimpse of the swell of my breasts, but that's about it. I keep my navel and my bottom covered. My skirts are always at least mid-calf.
Ick. I'm tired of whining. Listen to this nice little song.
