My kitty can be a very bad kitty.
Mood:  bright
My kitty likes to climb around in the christmas tree, and jump onto the front window ledge almost destroying the little coca-cola village on it. My mom goes ballistic whenever she sees him nearby.

..or, he'll lay on my chest and I'll pet him, then suddenly he'll start suckling on my chin. It's so... ew. Slimey. Still not as bad as what he did to my brother. *devious grin*

Oh, last journal.. saying "I love my job." Yea, that died last night. Went through the night going "I should quit, I could find something better, I've got experience." But like always, that feeling disappears when you realize you work with such wonderful people. And the managers aren't completely bad, even if they aren't completely good either. All I can say is.. people can talk alot of smack, but can't take smack about themselves.

Got a little ego boost when people think I actually do a good job in my departments. Most of the time its "You should have been in juniors, you clean that place up alot better." comments. Which, I think is weird.

Maybe I'll update again later today, just out of things to say right now.