There are plenty of people who make me @@ my eyes, but that doesn't mean I don't want to be their friend.
Aw, fuck, who am I kidding? Of course it makes me not want to be their friend.
'Time Bomb'
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There are plenty of people who make me @@ my eyes, but that doesn't mean I don't want to be their friend.
Aw, fuck, who am I kidding? Of course it makes me not want to be their friend.
uh oh
Bahahahahahhaaa.... I don't @@ at you! At least I don't do it the same way I do it to the weird girl, who is teetering on stilletos and wearing Daisy Dukes.
Now we're best friends, apparently. This is what I get for being a loser.
God Bless Email.
Someone made a huge fuss about not being thankful enough or not responding to her after she sent something to me. Weirdly, I know I had mailed a thank you card to the address on the stationary inside the box (which apparently was the wrong one) and I though I had done something else too, but I was sure.
I was cleaning out my outbox (which is something I should do more often) and I found an email to this person dated 9/29 where I thanked her.
YAY team rat pack. Good to see that I can prove to myself not to be the ogress she has accused me of being.
I just did an "Evil" level suduko in about a minute more than the easy. I don't get it.
Cindy, I don't think it's the sudoku that's evil -- YOU are evil! Damn, woman!
And curse you wee Steph because this is totally addictive.
I said!
Shari, some more game pieces. Using letters for columns and numbers for rows, with the chess piece in A1, you have:
F6: Buffy the Vampire Slayer: The Game (official name, it's been ID'd before)
A4: Street Car
D1: Mexica
G7: Hare and Tortoise (first winner of the Spiel des Jahres).
Also, the website boardgamegeek.com has images from games, that can help confirm guesses or might be worth browsing. Hope that helps.
I want someone to bake me cupcakes.
Or brownies. I could live with brownies.
Before this big move, I hadn't moved in a long enough time that I forgot how soul-suckingly frustrating moving within a country was. Now I get the sort of problems that suck absolutely dirty monkey ass.
I think I'll be a lot saner once we get our high-speed internet connection at the apartment. And a refrigerator.
Mmmmmm. Cupcakes. Brownies.
I wonder if Pink Dot delivers those. I could go for some sugar now.
I knew I should've stopped at the Bean on my way back up the hill.