askpixie.

11.15.03

Oh where, oh where has my pixie chick gone?
Oh where, oh where can she be?
With her keen sales job and her sexy blond bob,
Oh where, oh where can she be?  
 
Oh where, oh where has Kristen Lxxxx  gone?
Oh where, oh where can she be?
Her journal lacks many entries, can't you see?
Oh where, oh where can she be?
 
Oh where, oh where has my sexy girl gone?
Oh where, oh where can she be?
Is she fucking around all Chicago town?
Oh where, oh where can she be?
All around the place where I work,
The pixie works her ass off.
But money makes the world go round,
Yay! I made the rent.
Being management isn't much fun,
The paperwork's a bitch,
Nobody listens to whatever I say.
Yay! At least I'm salaried!
 
Butter costs four bucks a pound,
And margarine's not much cheaper.
But I've got to put food in the cupboards.
Yay! This month I'm solvent!
 
I barely have a social life,
Beyond the Wils and Erins.
Remember that I'm celibate,
Therefor, there's no fucking!

-- pixie

Yesterday & Tomorrow.

P.S. My hair is a sexy red pixie crop now.

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