msbelle needs to come here and follow me around chanting "fluffy bunny."
oh sure! Now you want it.
KAT! and kat!
Work has been crazy for 2 days. Tomorrow, I am hoping, will be only busy. Now I go home.
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msbelle needs to come here and follow me around chanting "fluffy bunny."
oh sure! Now you want it.
KAT! and kat!
Work has been crazy for 2 days. Tomorrow, I am hoping, will be only busy. Now I go home.
Send in the Clouds is a pretty good one....
restructuring sucks.
As does my huge procrastination. I haven't accomplished anything. Maybe I should make cupcakes.
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Today's oppressive heat has been replaced by OMGWTFASAP's workplace oppression. Let's see if anyone notices...
InTheSameNews, my brain is going to explode if one more person asks for something today that is both due by the end of the day and missing pieces. My job needs to come with a magic wand. Though I would probably shoving it places that would lead to reprimands.
Weather, please do NOT listen to ita, as she is craxy.
I am in Simi. It's 80 degrees in August. What's wrong with that picture? I mean, apart from me being in Simi...
Exactly.
fluffy bunny.
HERNADETS
I like this one!
Me too. I think it'll stick. Oh, if you see some cool little Cowboy Bebop thing then get me that.
I'm enjoying the 80 degrees. It's very pleasant. May it continue until... December.
msbelle!
I think everyone should make cupcakes and send them to me. Along with a sweater because I am freezing.
Yes, the restructuring is of the suck. But, it does mean that I get to hire a new minion.
msbelle is leaving and I just got here. So sad.
If I were fluffier, maybe I wouldn't be so damned cold. It can be this temp in December. Just not right now.
Deserving of its own post, from Defamer:
If there's anything we'd like to avoid intellectualizing, it is Jude Law's schlong. Why can't we all share a nice laugh over the pictures, and allow ourselves us to feel slightly better about our own terribly unfabulous lives, if just for a cheap moment, by imagining that maybe, just maybe, we live in a world in which a man with riches, fame, looks so good he turns us gay for 10 seconds each time we gaze into his eyes, a hot actress girlfriend, and a horny child care provider with loose morals, has not also been blessed with twelve rigid inches of nanny-punishing manhood? We liked the world so much better yesterday, before all the thinking.
They're so cute.