.ten.more.minutes.with.you.
Interview tomorrow. We'll be bright eyed and bushy-tailed, arriving at wherever the fuck it is at 8:30 AM for, joy of ALL joys... make up and hair. I think I'll protest. If they want to call me before my own self-ordained "daylight hours", they'll stick with the result. Behead and cigarette stains for the win.
Energon has claimed the space under one of my work tables and defends it from Optimus Prime. He doesn't like the collar, and pulled it off this morning so I had to chase him and tackle him and thank god Optimus Prime doesn't run, or she could have. Now he has a harness. A black one. With studs on it. Yay.
Here's pictures of him.
In the meantime, I've added two more tattoos to my person What? I have room for them and I find them to be fairly kickass and I'm sure my husband will agree.
Energon has claimed the space under one of my work tables and defends it from Optimus Prime. He doesn't like the collar, and pulled it off this morning so I had to chase him and tackle him and thank god Optimus Prime doesn't run, or she could have. Now he has a harness. A black one. With studs on it. Yay.
Here's pictures of him.
In the meantime, I've added two more tattoos to my person What? I have room for them and I find them to be fairly kickass and I'm sure my husband will agree.