Katerina Bee, may your asshat employers receive justice, perfect justice, not a speck worse than they deserve, but without a drop of mercy. And if you think about it, that is a truly vicious curse.

I feel like a horrible elitist cartoon-intellectual-snob for admitting this, but I can't watch more than two episodes of Billy & Mandy a week. Three and up, and the overwhelming desire to beat Billy to death with a tire iron for his epic stupidity totally drowns out all the many pleasures the show has to offer. Two a week and all's well, though.

Katie Bee, that's fucktastic. What a pack of hyenas.

Very, very gentle hairpats to K-Bug.

Three and up, and the overwhelming desire to beat Billy to death with a tire iron for his epic stupidity totally drowns out all the many pleasures the show has to offer.

You get used to it after a while. Then it becomes oddly endearing.

And that, I think, explains in a nutshell why Mandy and I are separated at birth.

The last present that needed to be delivered is finally here! I was getting worried because it is for my older nephew, and you can't tell a kid a Christmas that their gift hasn't been delivered yet. I bought him a build your own engine kit. It's in a nice big box. I think this is going to make me the cool Auntie this year.

{{{MG and MG's assistant}}} Much ~ma to her.

Congratulations, Nora!

I was born in heaven. See? This baby with all the light around it is me and there's an angel holding me. And this guy over here, that's Jesus looking at me, and this guy.... I think this guy is Tarzan. Is Tarzan in heaven?

Hearting Kara.

Pretty Holt family picture!

{{{Katie Bee}}} I already posted in your lj, but reading the story a second time doesn't make it any less angry making. They are fuckers. Don't you dare go back to work for them.

Everyone needs to see The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy. And not just the Xmas special -- pretty much any episode will do. Hell, the cartoon features Eris as a character. (She wields a golden apple, and likes to "get jiggy with the chaos." It's fucking *brilliant.*)

What Teppy said. I love The Grim Adventures. The Christmas special especially rocks.

I've tried, I really have, but I can't seem to build up an immunity to Billy. It's baffling, particularly since Patrick on Spongebob doesn't bother me at all, I like both Timmy Turner and Beast Boy, and I'm very fond of both the Venture Brothers and would steal them away from their not-kid-deserving father if I weren't prevented by their being fictional and cartoons and all.

Billy doesn't bother me. I'm not sure why, but even if he did, Mandy would make up for it.

I fear that the type of employers who give money for professional clothing are rarely, if ever, satified with the results.

See, when my sister's employer thinks she needs a new suit for client meetings, he just buys her a suit. Much much simpler. (Of course, it'd be even more simpler to just, oh I don't know, pay her enough so she could afford to buy her own clothes, but that's not how he thinks.)

I was given a Christmas bonus. For professional clothes. Then they decided I'd shopped incorrectly at stores I had no permission to go to, so they asked for the $ back. So I wrote them a check and walked away.

Ok, what the hell? Unless you turned up the next day dressed like Christina Aguilera and said "What's wrong, didn't you tell me to dress like a pro?" I don't get the logic.

K-Bee, that is so fucked up. I agree that you don't necessarily want to go back, but otoh, this is a hard time of year to give up employment. But whatever you do, that fucking money should be yours.

My mom's family, for all their fucked-upness is still rallying around their brother. All ten surviving sibs are helping out taking care of my uncle in the last days of his battle with cancer.

Yeah, this kind of thing means so much to me.

Ok, what the hell? Unless you turned up the next day dressed like Christina Aguilera and said "What's wrong, didn't you tell me to dress like a pro?"

When my sister was - I don't eight or ten - she and a friend were playing by getting all dressed up in my mom's suits and putting on make-up and carrying briefcases and stuff. Of course, being eightish, they had what you might call a heavy hand with the make-up.

So when they came clomping downstairs in her highest heels all made-up like crazy and announced that they were "working girls"?

I swear to god, I practically peed myself. And my mom and dad, trying so hard not to laugh, I think they practically broke something.