I am having salad. I think fries may be in my future though.
not helpful co-worker is making me pissy. how do I end up being the one that gets reprimanded if anything is sloppy? Others seem to get a pass all the time.
I'm being whiny victim person. gak, I hate her.
Isn't not that charming actually superficially charming?
By "charming" I refer to the amount of charming required to satisfy the definition above. So she's "not
that
charming" -- not charming enough to be evil.
I'll turn my emotional vacuity on you.
That, however, is prodigious, so I am afeared.
I feel emotionally vacuous right now, just participating in this conversation.
Okay, speaking of food, which of the following planned menus should I make for dinner tonight?
a. Chicken quesadillas & spanish rice
b. Quick baked cod & garlic rice with pine nuts
c. Pasta with salmon & dill
d. Pork tofu
e. Leftover calzones
Oh, and to go waaay back:
I'm guessing not much Xhosa representation in bubbly pop, huh?
Clearly you did not read the book! Bushmen !Click!Pop Is Go!
You've forgotten Johnny Clegg and Savuka! Complete 1980s pop, with Zulu words and lots of !Click!, combined with synth drum kits. Loads of fun.
Quesadillas.
I think I'll be having cereal for dinner tonight. But at least I get leftover shrimp curry for lunch now.
Quesadillas cause everything is better with cheese.
ita, have you solved your bench-for-dining-table dilemma?
Nevertheless, my answer was going to be, "I think this means I need to buy beer on the way home and make sure to watch House," which isn't all that interesting.
Sure it is. I still haven't seen last week's House, and I'm getting increasingly grumpy about it.
In fact, I was standing in front of a pillar looking harried when they took the picture, so now I have a godawful security badge picture for the next year.
Isn't that inevitable? Last time I took a picture for this place, when they still allowed me to have a building card, it was right in the middle of a deadline. I looked frazzled and displeased.
Speaking of me and all the things that have to do with mepathological lying, today I saw a blurb about someone who always lied about what they had for lunch. For some reason that seems like a fun thing to do AND it will train you to lie better. Does that make me a bad person?