Send me cute tipsy single boy-ma.
Always, Erin.
I was thinking maybe after dinner, "Could I have a doggie style bag? Oops! I mean doggie bag! Tee hee!" Yeah, I can't see it, myself.
And my inner supermodel is Twiggy. Which is odd, because I just watched Twiggy doing a dance number from My One and Only last night. Apparently she knits.
Erika, Kate, Hec, Theodosia, Laura, Jen, and Robin have new tags.
{{JZ}} I'm sorry.
(Lilty is adorable.)
Sunil! How's it going busy boy?
I have to revise my thesis and start sending out my résumé after I figure out how to write a cover letter. And I have to bitch about my parents, who can't seem to understand that I am not. Fucking. Moving. Back. Home. And especially not
right now,
for God's sake. Why the hell would I move for what I know will be an
interim
job? I need a year to regroup and figure out how and where to start my new career. God.
Also? STOP FUCKING ASKING ME IF I'M GOING TO GET MY FUCKING PH-FUCKING-D.
I think I'm going home for my brother's graduation, so that should be fun. At least the parts not involving my parents.
Does anyone want a large grey cat?
If Kara and Clovis ever pooled their talents, we'd all be screwed.
I kind of worry that's part of Clovis' plan, actually.
Jilli,
I just sent you an email that's really for Pete, but I didn't know his email address.
Jilli, I just sent you an email that's really for Pete, but I didn't know his email address.
Okay, I'll make sure he reads it.
... and having just read it, I can promise it will make him cackle gleefully.