xevilxashleyx

Gah. Yarg. And other such unobscene expletives.

Work lots today. Twelve+ hours, no break, and hence: No food all day for the Evil, my belly grows angrier...

Tacos tonight, I decided. I didn't hear the boy complaining when I told him the news.

One of my geckos died yesterday. I can't say I didn't see it coming, sort of, I just didn't expect that it would be that particular one that would go first...

Sadness abounds, but tears dry.

I did not forget:

Had the most fantabulous weekend ever with the boy.
Aquarium goodness! Pictures await uploading.

Hammered? Yes, ma'am. Drunken secret telling? Umm... No comment. But! Drunken, naughty, raunchy sex? More please! [Where's Waldo? No, thank you, but I had reams about Nibbles the Bunny...]

Still no inspection. Tomorrow. Unless today happens again. Over time? Overrated.
Alas - more money I asks for, more money I gets, I guess...



A coworker got me this weird tea. It smells like raspberry bubble gum, but leaves an after taste not unlike the smell of dry dogfood. You know what I'm talking about...

I kind of like it.

The boy had a run-in with air freshner goodness today, I hear. Made me giggle. Now he smells like a whore. Which makes me giggle more.

...it's almost quittin' time, and my ass couldn't be happier. I havn't left this gosh darned chair for more than a half hour combined all day. Ouch.


Bye-bye, SGland. I hope your day's not sucking!