Since yesterday was the day of the year where I HAVE to be good, I decided to lift all curses I’ve put on Mandy over the last few years. There were more than a few: ↓ Read the rest of this entry…Share
If you remember a while back, Mandy got kicked out of the convent. I finally got the full story from Attitude, who gloated about it today (since she couldn’t do ANYTHING mean to anyone, at least the BRAGGING help her cope with having to do a good deed).
The picture she described is available in the Bloomin’ Forums!
Today is a special day. Every year, on this very special day (for faeries, anyway), all faeries are duty-bound to put their natural malice away and grant a wish to any one person of their choosing. This is probably where the myth of faerie godmothers comes from — some lucky souls got on a faerie’s good side, that ONE time during the year, and think faeries are all sugar and spice and everything nice. ↓ Read the rest of this entry…Share
They say you shouldn’t mess with the payroll (though “they” don’t always use the word “mess”). But what are you supposed to do when the payroll messes with you?
Last night, buried with work as I was, I stayed late at the office. There I was, minding my own business, when the mother of all erections suddenly hit me. It felt REALLY good, to be honest, but I immediately considered this could be a faerie trick (which, to be honest, is the basis for a lot of my sex life). Still, knowing WHY you’re getting excited doesn’t always do much to get RID of the issue, so I got up and headed toward the restrooms. And as I passed my boss Morgan’s office on the way there, I peeked inside to see if she was working late too. ↓ Read the rest of this entry…Share