UnpleasantlySexy

She loves me...she loves me because she has to...she loves me...

Julia's got a (now belated) birthday present coming to her, and she has no idea what it is.

It's belated because it's something custom, and it ain't finished yet, but whoo boy, when it is, it's gonna be a doozy. She's gonna have no choice but to ACTUALLY love me, rather than just sayin' she does.


Other than that...let's see...I've been recommended for an executive position at my work, which is simultaneously super-cool and super-terrifying. I'll be applying for it, and I'll let all you Bloggites know
what happens. I plan to have a massive money vault full of coins, like Uncle Scrooge. It'll have the huge dollar sign on the outside of it, and I'll spend my off-hours just diving and swimming through my unreasonable wealth. In fact, I'll insist that they pay me in gold coins, just for that very reason. I'm sure they'll understand.

But then again, they may say "No, go back to your half-cubicle, PowerPoint-Boy, and make me somethin' pretty," and I'll be resigned to rolling around in the six bucks and change that's in my pocket. Ah, well...