They're Under My Kitchen Table
Am I mad? In a coma? Or back in time?
Gah, I'm gonna cry! I hate it when awesome TV shows end at two series. And it ALWAYS happens with the British programmes I like! *sigh* 16 episodes of Life On Mars just isn't enough for me. But if the producers/writers think they can't come up with any more of the series with a certain standard of satisfaction, I suppose it'd be better off leaving it at two.
Happy to work triples.
My friend Nick got two jobs now, so he's really rakin' in the moola. He's a workaholic, the exact opposite of me. Whenever I play The Sims 2, I always get the slacker job 'cuz it pays a bit and the hours aren't long. Don't think I'd be a slacker in real life though, but I wouldn't mind short shifts. You know, I used to be really passionate about signing my band. I thought that'd be my future, but then I suddenly didn't feel so hyped up about it anymore. Nowadays, I don't know what I'll end up. =/
I want to make custody by tea time!
Bush's leaving! The naval-like roleplay that is. It makes me sad, so I decided to maybe help out a bit. Until someone comes around to pick 'im up, I'll see if I can babysit the lad (nannying Paul McGann~ nannying Paul McGann~) for a while. Haha, if I told 'im that, I'd probably get a smart retort from him. I'd rather get a talking-to from him rather than Captain Sawyer though. ><