today I feel royally craptastic. no idea why. late for work. I have a meeting about to start and I am not looking forward to attempting to communicate with people.
Today would be a good day to have only data-entry to do. Maybe after the meeting I can lock myself in my office and avoid human contact.
I'm about to jump through the computer to strangle my boss. He keeps emailing me, asking if I've gotten to various projects. I work ten hours a week. Every day I get to work, he hands me at least one "top priority" thing. Of COURSE I haven't gotten to the non-urgent things! Christ.
Ewwww. I so don't want to know.
I do know, and you don't. You really don't. I sometimes wish my friends were a little less voracious about finding and sharing information.
Jelly Donuts: Sexually Explicit
Jelly in new places, or donuts in the shape of genitalia: which do you find more traumatizing? Please answer in the form of an essay.
Happy St. Urho's Day!
Heinasirkka, heinasirkka, menetaalta hiiteen!!!
It's wrong that I want a doughnut now, right?
Yes, Dana.
msbelle: this is the Masterson you like, right?
A typo causes an international incident: [link]
Stephanie is very cute and the baby's room is wonderful.
I have no pictures of me, but I look just like I always have, still, just a little thicker. i'll take some as soon as there's anything to see.
I don't want to know about the jelly donuts.
It's wrong that I want a doughnut now, right?
Thinking, "Mm, doughnuts," whenever they are invoked does not a doughnut sexual predator make.