hello, neglected journal.

[crimson_nanaki]

I have a job now! Well, I haven't actually started it, but I do have one. I can certainly use the money. One cannot live off of spaghettios and cookies baked by one's suitemate alone.

...Not without becoming horribly anemic, anyway.

Comments

[sanctus]

Hey, dunno what you're talking about, man. Spaghettios are...The ambrosia of the gods.

[crimson_nanaki]

that they may be, but I'm afraid I do like to have some meat in my meals every now and then. And somehow spaghettios with meatballs just isn't satisfying. I'm not even sure it's real meat, really.

[sanctus]

Probably not. S'probably not a good thing to look too close at the label, but hey. I'm not complaining. I got a cast iron gut, so as long as it doesn't try to bite me back, it's all good.

[ztribal]

Hey man how goes it? We need to hang out some time. It's been way too long. You know how us tailed folk need to stick together.

[crimson_nanaki]

Yes we really should. Sorry I've been such a total hermit as of late. Are you up for some Thai food maybe? I feel like buying myself some real food as a reward for getting a job with the money I haven't actually earned yet. ;)

[kuja_sama]

*claps* Congrats on getting a job Nanaki. So you're the one eating the cookies...^_^

[crimson_nanaki]

Yeah... sorry about that, but they're just *good*

[kuja_sama]

Ah no its alright. The cookies are there to be eaten.

[anonymous]

This was a nice article to read, thank you for sharing it.