calypsokitty

Is anyone else having irrepressable urges to kill the drop-down ads here on devart?  Seriously?  I'm tired enough as it is.  Don't inflict pointless things on us, that only make us want to avoid this site. Please?? Job status: Why, oh why do I work retail?  I know I have confidence issues, but why do I insist on torturing myself?  Not that I don't get to meet really cool people at least once a day, but is that worth putting up with the overpriviledged whiners that flounce in afterwards? (Seriously, flouncing! and people with expectations of bootlicking.) My manager has often informed me that, no I can't throw clogs at irritating people, no

Management is trying to stick it's furry claws into me... and I've been trying to escape it for so long.  I don't want responsibility right now.  No no noes!  I is nobody's mommy, being "house mom" is bad enough.  Don't make me watch over a bunch of idiots that think they're adults! Good news though, I am awesome at interviews, as usual.  Though why I can stave off nervousness there and not during a date?  Eegh... pain. Oooo!  Other good news:  I'm actually working on two separate pictures.  *Gasp* I'm actually doing art for the first time in 7? months?!

My baby's gone. My mom let him outside for the night and didn't see him again.  They found patches of white fur in our lower field, so we're assuming that either a coyote or a bobcat. I've been doing good at the whole, "repressing it" thing.  I've been breaking apart when I don't. I didn't get to say good bye to him.  My parents warned me last weekend that he probably wouldn't have lasted through the winter.  He's been pretty sick.  But I thought I'd have time to see him again at least.  He was my anchor in so many ways.  Kept me sane and afloat during highschool.  Unconditional love.  He would cuddle with me when I was sick, follow me aro