suitcaseofnails

So. It looks like the whole spring thing is going on rather nicely. Maybe a few sinking ships here and there, but really, the place just needs a nice good rainstorm and we'll all be ready for warmer weather. Thank God. I so can't stand all this chilly air. Even my shoes are cold.

Anyways, are you done with the Batman impression? Or is it the Joker? Ah well, I am such a blonde~ As I was saying, if you are done, I'd like you to come back to work and give me a hand. For some reason, I can't locate my books.

Oh yes, congratulations, Nero, for the start of your own business. I am sure there will be a wonderful amount of people slinking out of the woodwork needing a few tweaks here and there. I'd give you a few names, but I am sure they are already poked their noses in your direction.

As for the rest of you darlings, the new season of business wear is out. Stop on by and we're sure to fit you out for any occasion. Well. Barring the occasional sinking pleasure ship, mmkay?

Well. I think that the cat is a dead one soon. The thing has tried killing my fur coat and drag it across the floor to his bed. He managed to get it two feet before he gave gave up and turned it into his new bed. And when I tried to get him off the coat, he took a swipe at me.

But now he's decided to try jumping off the curtains in some sort of bizarre kitty display of jungle insanity. God. At least I was going to replace those anyways. And lime shag rugs? So last century. And I have no idea why anyone would have wanted those bright pink lamp dressing. Ugh. At least the bed is almost as comfy as it should be.

So. Things are quiet and I think I shall have time to create new pieces for people. Just say the word, darlings, and I'll make you look almost as good as me~