'Life of the Party'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Whoever slowed time down today needs to turn it back up to its proper speed right now.
This morning is going all right, but I'm dreading the time from noon until 5pm. Here's what I have to look forward to in that time frame, besides leaving work: filing. I hate filing with a passion. I would be ecstatic if I never had to file a piece of paper again.
On the upside, it's payday, so I have the money to buy the Wonderfalls DVDs and watch them all weekend as I internally urge my sinus infection to succumb to the drugs and getoutgetoutGETOUT.
Gronklies.
I would like to join in the wallowing, but I have my review today, so I must go be proactive and shit. At least I know what I got - a 3 out of 5, which is where most people land. Go Team Average!
How do you find out the date.
Mine's easy cause it was the day Tim announced the WF cancellation.
For you, I would suggest threadsucking Bureaucracy for your name, because you put in a name-change request almost immediately, right? So whatever day that was should be your Buffistaversary.
I'd join the wallowing, but I don't really have anything to wallow over. I'm just crabby 'cause this weird sleeping schedule is finally catching up with me.
I need entertaining for the next 90 minutes. I've got a class at 12:30pm that I need to stay on campus for, but right now, I really just want to go home. I've got cramps and I'm tired and I'm crabby.
Blech.
I remember because I joined up a day or so after Chicago F2f.
For you, I would suggest threadsucking Bureaucracy for your name, because you put in a name-change request almost immediately, right? So whatever day that was should be your Buffistaversary.
I found it. September 24, 2004
I'm also cranky, but I have no excuse at all. The worst thing I can come up with is I have the wrong shade of lipstick with me.
I will have a donut now for all my wallowing sisters.
Just sent my taxes out. 600 bucks from the state, and if the Feds are reasonable, 400 from them. Hubby's got an outstanding student loan (his bitch of an ex-wife's, which she signed over to him before the divorce many moons ago) that generally snags the federal refund. He made $35 last year, though, so we'll see what the Feds have to say.
The student loan collectors are wretched people. A few years ago we tried to work out something with them, but all they did was say, "If you don't pay this off within X amount of time we'll garnish your wages." Hubby just said, "Go ahead, I know there's a limit to how much you can garnish. I was going to pay you more than that anyway." Then, when he started being unable to work, they said, "We'll garnish your wife's wages if you don't pay up." "You can't do that, because her name's not on the debt. I didn't even know her at the time." "We can do that anyway, give us money." "That's extortion, and if you try it we're getting a lawyer." Not a peep out of them since.
How do people who work for collections agencies live with themselves?
I'm like, habitually cranky, but not today.(I got a compliment last night that still makes me all glowy and feel talented and foamy. Still.)