Okay, how many boxtops do I need to save up to get my very own spunky, conservative babe with a decent imagination and a tolerance of the furry fetish? And don't try telling me they don't exist -- I know for a fact they do! I know one. I talk to her regularly. And no, she's not an option, so that suggestion is right out.
(Hell, I'd go for a spunky, moderate babe with a decent imagination and a tolerance of the furry fetish. *grin*)

Because we're getting nowhere on the new comic, Sapph's suggested we try a smaller project first. He's right, of course, but it's hard for me to tell a short story. And the ones he would really like to do are either things that I need to spend some time getting into (a fighting-game-like tournament) or that I've found myself incapable of writing (a zany, fun comedy). Like I told him, I think I'm going to have to get laid before I'm able to write something wacky. At least I need something to pull me out of my depression. Kethra tries, but I don't really like her licking my face, especially when I'm trying to take a nap. She's sweet and all, but she also likes to eat squirrel poop when she gets the chance.

At least I'm busy. Sapph's starting to hate his job again, and so he's not giving me any sympathy. I don't know what to do to help the guy. I've tried to lean on the graphics guys I know, but they're not in any sort of position to be hiring people. My boss has recently gone on a hiring spree, but neither Sapph nor Mal are well suited to anything that we've got to do, so I can't get them work here. I'm stuck. So maybe while I'm looking for the "pretty girlfriend" boxtops, he can start collecting "decent job" boxtops. I'll bet those kinds of cereals would sell like crazy.

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