Been a while.
Well NYAH. Heh.

I haven't been up to that much. Just thinking a lot about moving out. Yeah, yeah, it's been said before. But I doubt I've ever had this much desire to actually go for it. Now if I could just get a little more so I can start looking into local apartments.

I love my family. Seriously. All the little tiny things that never really bothered me before are bugging me immensely now. It happens. So says Mom.

Crudmuffins. If I talk too much, Sara's almost finished letter will be obsolete. Hrhm.

Anyway(s), there's a lot of little factors that have me pinned till mid-June. And again, I really doubt that I'll have internet when I finally move out. At least, not for a good long while. But since I'm so good at disappearing off the Net/AIM for weeks at a time, no prob, right?

*dodges multitude of pointy objects, successfully grabs one random plushie that got thrown, and blows raspberry as she runs off*

You haven't really missed much,
to tell the truth. That'll almost be sad. Things are changing, and things are staying the same. Just not the same things. We're getting our next new manager, Steve or Stephen, in this week. (One-Week-Joe's last night was tonight. Looked like a boyband singer. Liked to work with as few people as possible, so I never really met him. He kept sending me home. >>)

VGR.com has finished up their FFX recap. Now if they'll just update their mailbag.

Heather's debating a comission for me on her two pet dogs--charcoal and pastel are my friends. Heh. But no, really. If I didn't have a job that required absolute cleanliness (anotherword(s), no crushed colored dust stuffed under my nails), I'd definitely be playing with the stuff more often. And branch out into more than just Pokémon, heh (got an idea for an Umbreon now).

"Vita Via" is bouncing around in my mind again. I'm pleased that it's a story idea that won't go away. I don't want to really show too much off, because that is what it'll become--showing off and sucking away desire. A weird person I be.

Debbie: Warrior Duster!
She lives, she LIVES! BWA HA HA--
*wilts under the artist's glare*
Ahem. Ah.
...dude, you have got to see this pic, seriously. I wish I could upload it but nooooooooo.... FFB.com has totally killed my account with them, DeviantArt keeps telling me that someone did something naughty on my ISP so I'm banned, and so on and so forth. (A buddy recommended a site, but I can't remember it right now.)

My evil little minion (and yes, I said "minion", and I'll say it again MINION so there! *playful raspberry at Jamal*) exceeded my expectations. *giggles at dustbunnies being thwapped* He has done well. Quite well.

Yeeeeeeeeeesss.... then I shall use that power to take over the WO--what? Yes, you're still a minion, now scoot, I'm busy megalomanic-ranting and...

Beh. Fine, I promote you to a minor captain of the western grouping of evil minions. Now go throw a few off the ramparts (towers, banister railings, whathaveyou) to prove your evilness.

*blinks at the stares she's getting from everyone else* Um...yes? Can I help you?

Whoa, just got the best idea for the Umbreon pastel pic. Sooner or later I'll have to try that website my buddy told me about.

"Sleep now. Talk later."