Oliver ,'Conviction (1)'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I'm sitting at my desk, slounging in my office chair. Coworker comes in, looms behind me, and says, "You look so comfortable, and I'm just going to come in here and ruin your day." Without even bothering to look up, I keep typing and tell him, "Dude, you're not the Goblin King, and you have no power over me."
Their banter will never reach my level after I've had my coffee. I don't even know why they keep trying.
shrift, will you marry me?
eerie feeling of deja vu
eerie feeling that maybe she's spelled eerie wrong.
Eerie? Eery? Shit. The word has no meaning for me anymore. Eerie! Tartlet! C0CKSICKLE!
Their banter will never reach my level after I've had my coffee. I don't even know why they keep trying.
They can't just give up! One day your throne will be available.
Someone at work who's not my manager tried to get me to do something that's not only not my job, it's theirs, and overdue by about a year.
The cheek. I ratted them out to my manager and handed the work to the correct department.
The cheek.
I felt sort of hesitant about posting about this, but I'm really appreciating the support.
I think the best part of how many of us there are is that there are people with Actual Information in practically any situation. That always helps. And then there are others of us who kind of helplessly send out good thoughts, but that can't hurt either.
Cutesy?
Like, I've seen ones that look like records. Just not generic blank CDs, because I don't have access to a good printer. Cutesy!
Eery! Tartlet! C0CKSICKLE!
Kprinkle!
I swear to god, it's years later, and it was never even my joke, but pretty often when I see the word "cock," I think "C0CKSICLE! C0CKSICLE! THE WORD HAS LOST ALL MEANING!"
the Goblin King
Who is the Goblin King? Is it Tom Delay?
Mind you, I do know what kprinkle means. And how to spell it!
Still, the dose of nostalgia does a body good.
My coworker gleefully reports (because it gets him out of Catholic class this evening) that we have a new pope.
we have a new pope.
Five kittens says it's Ratty.