We've voted about you before, Steph. Remember, Jess and Sean and I told you.

I'm in a reasonable facsimile of jammies (boxer shorts and a white t-shirt w/no bra),

Now, depending on how bad I wanted them, I would totally add flip-flops and a zip-up sweatshirt to this ensemble & hit the store.

I tried very hard, even whinged after the fact, man. Don't hold it against me. DON'T DISENFRANCHISE ME, BITCH.

Whoo, Cindy's tryin' some Spicy Talk.

erika and Epic, y'all realize Teppy already decided not to go the the event (whereas Hec advised her to go), before you posted?

Yes, just late to the support game, adding my "Do What You Need to Do to Take Care of You" 2 cents-worth. I was using my story as an example of Different Psyches, Different Needs, not to tell Steph what to do.

Was that not clear? t Can't ever just say something shortly & sweetly (see UserName)

I was just confused, because you guys were saying "What Hec said," when what Hec said was the opposite of what Teppy decided to do.

I was just confused, because you guys were saying "What Hec said," when what Hec said was the opposite of what Teppy decided to do.

Ah. Clearly unclearly worded then. Check.

Tep, hoping I didn't cause any additional ookiness with my lameass phrasing.

Shiiiiit, man. I can't even get Natter named after me; I *know* y'all ain't voting on my life and times as told by me.

I tried very hard, even whinged after the fact, man. Don't hold it against me. DON'T DISENFRANCHISE ME, BITCH.

DISENFRANCHISE THIS, BITCA!!! And EAT IT!!!!

We've voted about you before, Steph. Remember, Jess and Sean and I told you.

But you guys are big mean liars. And EAT IT!!!

Tep, hoping I didn't cause any additional ookiness with my lameass phrasing.

Oh, not one bit.

I'm tired, but left work at a decent hour, and really want to go see a friend's band play.

Meanwhile, am going to work tomorrow, and we are all playing a mean mean trick on my boss--it's going to be crazy tomorrow, and we're all planning to call in with various excuses throughout tonight and tomorrow morning before she comes in, so she'll arrive to like, seven voicemails saying "I'm really sorry, but I can't make it in...". And then we'll all show up together. We were considering feeling guilty and not doing it, but then she wanted to play just as mean of a trick on another coworker, so we decided it was ok. And we warned her boss. Who laughed her ass off. Hee. Then we all went out for margaritas. Tomorrow, after the working, we're having crabs.

In short, the working? sucks, but we're making the best of it.

And some mearaing, off the top of my head:

Teppy, do what feels good. At least for one night.

Happy birthday Emmett! My god, he's grown!

Susan, that sucks. But at least you're doing good with the interviews in addition to the resume, even if it hasn't been quite enough?

There was other stuff, but I forget.

Oh, Teppy, I'm sorry about your dad. I think it's more than okay that you stayed home tonight, too. {{{Tep}}}

Susan, that bites. A phone call is a bit unexpected and hard to deal with in that situation. Luck~ma for more interviews.

So stuffed up and tired. The weather turned today and it's gorgeous and cool and autumnal, but my nose is obviously protesting this. Blech.

Whoops, skipped some posts or something, Cindy(and Tep) Well, I hope it makes you feel better. I suppose you know yourself, Tep. I definitely don't think any less of you or anything.