These events are crap enough, but I don't think I like what it was indicating from what some of my abducted staff was telling me. I'll remove heads and spear them up on the balconies before anyone gets the Starscape.

In happier news: Sparda, darling, I want a baby.

I forgot what it was like to spend quality time with my husband. I ruined a perfectly good set of high heels, but it was certainly worth it.

[The sounds are of a busy evening street, most likely in center city.]

...ow.

Addendum to my prior spiel: I'm thankful for this place except when large, bony blond men in red leather bowl me the fuck over when I'm trying to get into my limo to get home! Damn it, and this was one thing that didn't have anything on it after that crap this week! ( Read more... )