So, I need, rather desperately, to clean my house. Or at least, organize it--some stuff is just "put away all the clean clothes", and some is "vacuum, dust". But instead I'm thinking of going to bed early. The sleep would be good, since I wont' get much this weekend (Great Big Drag King Show!). But the cleaning, important. Not only do I need to be able to find things, smonster (and i think a friend of hers? Not sure if he's staying with me too...) will be here Saturday. Hmmmm.
We have to see the chimp playing hockey! That's hilarious! The ice is so slippery, and, and monkeys are all irrational. We have to see this!
Anya ,'Bring On The Night'
Spike's Bitches 24: I'm Very Seldom Naughty.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
meara - May 19, 2005 4:15:09 pm PDT #205 of 10001
meara - May 19, 2005 4:25:04 pm PDT #206 of 10001
Hmm. Though there is some crazy man outside shouting and screaming (like, every ten seconds or so, "AUUUUUUGGGGGH!!"). This might make sleeping unlikely. It's seriously annoying.
Java cat - May 19, 2005 4:26:03 pm PDT #207 of 10001
Not javachik
Just a hello and cherrio on the occasion of a new thread.
askye - May 19, 2005 4:31:25 pm PDT #208 of 10001
Thrive to spite them
Java!!
askye - May 19, 2005 4:32:50 pm PDT #209 of 10001
Thrive to spite them
I just got the final word from Grandma E -- she's moving Saturday!
Which means I move in next weekend!
Woo!
P.M. Marc - May 19, 2005 4:44:56 pm PDT #210 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Yay, moving!
Hey there, JC!
I am SO GLAD I had a girl. None of that pesky to cut or not to cut debate. (But she can't get her ears pierced until she's 12, damn it.)
Lee - May 19, 2005 5:49:01 pm PDT #211 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Plei or Jilli, Which is closer to you, the Warwick Seattle Hotel 401 Lenora Street, or Sorrento Hotel, 900 Madison Street (at Terry)
Cass - May 19, 2005 5:56:11 pm PDT #212 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
billytea! What a lovely and wonderful update.
I feel like this is really bad. I could use some perspective.This is how it pings me too, Jen. Unfortunately (but I have to disclaimer: the reality is that my divorce didn't do a lot for my sense of trust and I do count sins of omission.) I do hope I am wrong though.
My problem is that he actively engaged in pretense after [clip] he agreed be extra-super-sensitive to things that could appear to be violations of trust.ooooof...
Having been in a kinda similar place? I would tell him why this is so hurtful, listen to him, and try to forgive this once if you can. At least I hope I would. I want to think I could.
--
IOmememeN, in a production meeting today, it was mentioned that the company wanted to hire me as a Voice of Reason. Um, Jilli???
I think the vibes are working.
At least there is the hint of a letter of intent tomorrow. Of course, I still have to actually talk to the CFO but according to everyone that has talked between us? It's going to be a good thing.
Basically the whispers are that the company wants me, is willing to pay the placement fee after all and just wants to do so in installments. So I would be on a contract for another two months (but, hey!, contracty goodness instead of day-to-day) and then hired.
I'm not breathing the employed sigh of relief just yet, but I am fantasizing rampantly about it.
Susan W. - May 19, 2005 6:01:39 pm PDT #213 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
Not Plei or Jilli, but either of those would put you more or less between them. The Sorrento is somewhat out of the way, but is primo luxurious elegance. (I ran a spiffy board meeting there in my former life, and the staff were wonderful and everyone loved the site.) I don't recognize the other offhand.
Lee - May 19, 2005 6:02:41 pm PDT #214 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Oh, cool, Susan. Thanks!