Don't read on. You will be punished!
I was sitting here in my cube last night trying to pretend that what I do here actually makes a difference. I am as of yet, unsuccessful. This feeling woeful inadequacy would have carried over to tonight’s shift had it not been for my wonderfully beautiful and sexy wife. She makes life truly worth living. Sometimes you hear the phrase “my better half” when one refers to their mate. That phrase fall preposterously short when trying to describe how much of me she is in. It’s at least 70/20. I’m not sure where the other 10% went. (I went to public school). Anyway, sorry for the blabber. I just wanted to profess my undying love and devotion in a sickeningly sweet way. I tried to warn you in the subject line if you read on it was either because you have a sick twisted desire to be punished *ifritah*, or because you don’t like to be told what to do *ifritah/wondervixen*.