YAHHHHHHHHHHH
No that is not Howard Dean from the 2004 election, but it is I! And I have a job. A real live job. I start on the 16th! Its as a "document processor" but I'll be working in a proposal team and doing mostly admin work and a little design. So it sounds good. LOTS of work LOTS of overtime. But I'll be making a heck of a lot more than I do now.
*happy happy happy dance*
Oh and PS. I am obsessed with Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab. blackphoenixalchemylab.com, I spend way too much money on perfume. But dammit, I smell good. Plus there are Neil Gaiman scents from Stardust, Anansi Boys/American Gods, The Graveyard Book and Good Omens. And all proceeds from those sales go either to saving orangutans or the Comic Book Legal Defense Fund.
For example:
TRISTRAN
Tristran put down his wooden cup of tea, and stood up, offended.
"What," he asked, in what he was certain were lofty and scornful tones, "would possibly make you imagine that my lady-love would have sent me on some foolish errand?"
The little man stared up at him with eyes like beads of jet. "Because that's the only reason a lad like you would be stupid enough to cross the border into Faerie. The only ones who ever come here from your lands are the minstrels, and the lovers, and the mad. And you don't look like much of a minstrel, and you're - pardon me saying so, lad, but it's true - ordinary as cheese-crumbs. So it's love, if you ask me."
"Because," announces Tristran, "every lover is in his heart a madman, and in his head a minstrel."
Dust on your trousers, mud on your boots, and stars in your eyes: redwood, tonka bean, white sandalwood, lemon peel, patchouli, rosewood, coriander, and crushed mint.
Fun, no?
Alright that's all she wrote.
*happy happy happy dance*
Oh and PS. I am obsessed with Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab. blackphoenixalchemylab.com, I spend way too much money on perfume. But dammit, I smell good. Plus there are Neil Gaiman scents from Stardust, Anansi Boys/American Gods, The Graveyard Book and Good Omens. And all proceeds from those sales go either to saving orangutans or the Comic Book Legal Defense Fund.
For example:
TRISTRAN
Tristran put down his wooden cup of tea, and stood up, offended.
"What," he asked, in what he was certain were lofty and scornful tones, "would possibly make you imagine that my lady-love would have sent me on some foolish errand?"
The little man stared up at him with eyes like beads of jet. "Because that's the only reason a lad like you would be stupid enough to cross the border into Faerie. The only ones who ever come here from your lands are the minstrels, and the lovers, and the mad. And you don't look like much of a minstrel, and you're - pardon me saying so, lad, but it's true - ordinary as cheese-crumbs. So it's love, if you ask me."
"Because," announces Tristran, "every lover is in his heart a madman, and in his head a minstrel."
Dust on your trousers, mud on your boots, and stars in your eyes: redwood, tonka bean, white sandalwood, lemon peel, patchouli, rosewood, coriander, and crushed mint.
Fun, no?
Alright that's all she wrote.