That's print porn, not acutal porn porn.
Willow ,'The Killer In Me'
What Happens in Natter 35 Stays in Natter 35
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.
Hands up everybody else who reads fic at work...
Nothing R or better.
Although it's a good thing folks can't download my brain, 'cause what I think about at work (especially during the boring, repetative task part of my work cycle) would probably get me fired on grounds of NC-17ness.
I'm paranoid about giving my work e-mail out when I buy books and such from Amazon. If someone is stupid enough to store something as legally risky as child pornography on a work computer, how did they learn enough to be able to access the internet in the first place?
I was thinking of pictures, but I'll be damned if I'm going to let written porn sit around on my computer anyway. I don't click on those links at work, and if I do, I pray that the security team is busy, and I clear my cache.
Hell, I can't view one of my web sites from work, because it's been rated PG13, so although I could still update the pictures (it's not porn, I swear) anyway, I leave that for after hours.
Skipping to ask a question.
Can someone explain this NY Times headline?
Who Needs Giacomo? Bet on the Fortune Cookie
Who's Giacomo?
Wasn't he [Giacomo] the horse that won the Kentucky Derby?
Not too long ago, I ran into a former co-worker and spoke to her for at least five minutes before she mentioned she was pregnant. Then I looked down and there was a considerable bump. Whoops.
Yup, guilty of this too, but work is a place where I feel compelled to avoid commenting on my colleagues' appearances. I might be required to raise an eyebrow if someone grew an arm out of their forehead or something like that.
Bingo Calli! Thanks.
OMG, I just had the most sudden, strong urge for pizza with lots of tomato on it.
In other news, all my energy has gone, crushed by a demoralizing pile of work.
In other news, all my energy has gone, crushed by a demoralizing pile of work.
Well, then there's nothing really keeping you from going to get that pizza rather than working, is there?