Jilli! I have a new lavender for you. It's gorgeous.
Ooh, nifty.
Called doc & made appointment. Discovered I can't review a certain document, as one of the other editors has it checked out. Have gotten fries. Now I just need to send off my resume.
Doesn't winter seem more like archiving season?
Willow ,'Lessons'
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.
Atropa - Jul 11, 2005 10:16:04 am PDT #9860 of 10001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
Scrappy - Jul 11, 2005 10:24:59 am PDT #9861 of 10001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Oh, forgot to mention, I had a very Bitches dream last night. I was in a big loft apartment I was staying in for a wedding and my roommate was James Marsters (interestingly, he was wearing a shirt and pants of my BF). A little kissing was had, but then he left and the dream turned into a long hunt for clothes to wear to the event, with much trying on and wandering around and losing shoes. The woman who owed the dream-loft had clothes racks randomly placed around the place, almost like decorations, with a specific type of clothing on each--circle skirts on one, slinky long skirts on another, vintage jewelled cardigans on another, etc. Everything fit me perfectly. I was sad to wake up and find A) that none of the cool clothes actually exist, and B) that my subconscious had JM leave before I could get a little action.
Betsy HP - Jul 11, 2005 10:36:29 am PDT #9862 of 10001
If I only had a brain...
Laura - Jul 11, 2005 10:38:53 am PDT #9863 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.
A) that none of the cool clothes actually exist, and B) that my subconscious had JM leave before I could get a little action.
Clearly JM took the clothes with him when he left.
Atropa - Jul 11, 2005 10:41:27 am PDT #9864 of 10001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
hyperventilates, just a little
I just sent off my resume for the open technical editor position on my old team. I am now having an attack of the omg omg what am i doing i'm not a real editor and they'll know that by looking at my resume omg omg omg fears.
flail, flail, flail
juliana - Jul 11, 2005 10:41:33 am PDT #9865 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
The woman who owed the dream-loft had clothes racks randomly placed around the place, almost like decorations, with a specific type of clothing on each--circle skirts on one, slinky long skirts on another, vintage jewelled cardigans on another, etc.
Clearly, the woman does not have cats.
Actually, I would love to do this if I had the right kind of space for it.
P.M. Marc - Jul 11, 2005 10:42:28 am PDT #9866 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
Jilli, according to your resume, you are a real editor.
Also, they've worked with you. If they thought you weren't a real editor, you'd know.
This: [link] is a lot like your new plant.
Atropa - Jul 11, 2005 10:42:38 am PDT #9867 of 10001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
(and I'm sorry that I'm being all me me me me! today, because I *have* been reading everyone's posts and want to comment on them. But I'm having One Of Those Days, and now want to hide under my desk.)
Lyra Jane - Jul 11, 2005 10:42:54 am PDT #9868 of 10001
Up with the sun
The woman who owed the dream-loft had clothes racks randomly placed around the place, almost like decorations, with a specific type of clothing on each--circle skirts on one, slinky long skirts on another, vintage jewelled cardigans on another, etc. Everything fit me perfectly.
I want to go live in Robin's dream, even without the JM.
brenda m - Jul 11, 2005 10:45:16 am PDT #9869 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
Like going barefeeted, only you look like the dork.
Hee.