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Subject: Please don't scare me Mikeymike

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Date Posted: 19:41:59 08/15/05 Mon
In reply to: MikeyMike 's message, "Color Contrast" on 12:58:36 08/15/05 Mon

> When I lay down,
>it's sort of like the beginnings of a maple tree
>through the early spring tundra.

Mikeymike, ya know I love ya...but that visual gave me and all the other girls in North America a wide-off! And stop with the horror stories.

As sweet as Cheeky Monkey is, the three R's (rest, relaxation and the respite from all the frantic dialers in various timezones) are only partially responsible for my new glow. Make no mistake, the beauty swat team have been out in full force at the behest of "Mr. Pacific Ocean." It started with Fred and his magic wand...er...brush, got really interesting with a group of Viatnemese women who spoke no english (convenient when you're not allowed to talk) but were warriors with emery board and tweezers. Tonight, (further proof that my entire life should be on film) the fun continued while clothes shopping with "Trendy Dana." As John, the big hairy (but very sweet) security guard and his pal decided if my ass looked firm enough in a particular pair of pants, (yes we have a winner...nice job, guys) Dana took a call on my cell from the mighty G-Dawg who made her describe in great detail every outfit (including the bra...PERV)I was trying. It was all very Pretty Woman meets Miss Congeniality! (Well, sans the pretty or the congenial.) He has decided she is my new "wardrobe stylist/personal assistant" How many green cards do we need now? I can't marry everyone, ya know! And as if my world isn't silly enough, tomorrow G-Dawg is having me "airbrushed" (I dunno...don't ask me...) cuz apparently "anemic don't equal NY chic." Well, indeed. YIKES...back to my gargling, my oh-so sane Matty and Cheeky and the serenity of my padded cell. Night all!

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