I'm moving up in the world - no longer am I the new boy in these parts.  there was even talk of moving me out of the basement.  The word 'promotion' was bandied about.  there's a new guy girl person in town and so half my work will be done for me this time!  That rocks - I think I might actually get to leave the office today.  Wonder what I'll do ( Read more... )

Our dear incredibly hot older boyfriend has some interesting words for us.

Looks like a storm is coming. Someone slap him, please.

It’s called ‘letting him off easy’.

Yes, you should have gone to The Prom. Then you could have gotten eaten by something and we, the public, wouldn’t have to hear you speak.

Healthy, wealthy and let’s face it, not ( Read more... )

It has come to my attention recently that our dear Mrs. Rosenberg has brought a great deal of entries to the public forum and it is my duty to inform the public of said entries--and well, make fun of the poor unfortunate girl. What's she going to do to me, really? Ha. Yes, I'd like to see her turn me into a toad. Really, I would. I would actually ( Read more... )

Faith is pissed off and Oz and Angel fight over who gets to um, soothe her. Okay, not really, but that would've made a really hot scene. Vampire vs. werewolf, rowr.

Jordan play emo boy and Jenny and Stefan take turns trying to soothe him. Stef gets a better response out of him, but I guess we knew that would happen, didn't we?

Cordy rejoices ( Read more... )

The ex-mayor plans to go bananas. Is that like the song? Ya know, B-A-N-A-N-A-S. What, you don't listen to the radio?

Memo to Gunn the horn-dog: Eve likes girls. Just thought I'd fill you in.

Astra bitches about the heat. Unfortunately being immortal never stops her from whining about stuff.

Jordan regrets that he opened his big mouth. As ( Read more... )

I think I have an ulcer.  Maybe I shuld go see a doctor about it - it's all the stress and overwork, I just know it is.  And I probably won't have time to see anybody about it and it'll burst and I'll die horribly.  Probably nobody will miss me until the smell of my decomposing corpse strats to interfere with the plesant atmosphere of the offices ( Read more... )

Apparently it's that "everyone is hot and bothered but no one's getting any action" time of year again. Where I live all year round, because D'Angelo can't keep his hands off Tawny.

Heather worries she'll bomb her job interview because she's jittery and can't sleep. Dammit, how're we ever gonna get rid of her then?

Ex-Mayor Wilkins bemoans all ( Read more... )

Former Mayor "recuperating" since 1999, looks to return to politics

By KENT CLARKSON
Slayer Chronicle Special Report

SUNNYDALE, CA -- Former Sunnydale Mayor Richard Wilkins III made a startling return to public life on Thursday after being presumed dead for six years ( Read more... )

I was havin da best dream ever, fo shizzle, yo. Had Beyonce on one knee, Ciara on da other, and dey was about to give me da bidness. You KNOW what I mean. Word. Den Tawny woke me up sayin I hadda write the news. Dayum! She best be makin dat shit up to me...

Da G-man be trippin on werewolves. 'Less they female, I ain't interested.

Spyin' on ( Read more... )

Deadlines, deadlines - who the hell works on a Sunday evening?  Well, if the stunningly empty building is any indication the answer to that is me.  Just me to be precise.  Me and my little desk in the basement, overflowing with papers and cigarette butts as I try and make the ridiculous deadline for this piece of shit piece they've seem fit to land ( Read more... )