I was sobbing in a public bathroom one day and these two women came in and prayed INCREDIBLY LOUDLY for God to help me. After oh, 10-15 minutes of my inability to stop crying and their passionate entreaties in the Ladies' I had to come out and didn't know what the fuck to do so I prayed with them to GET THEM TO GO AWAY. That took another 10-15 minutes.
That was a bad day.
Jesus, that is a bad day, bon.
Ack! I think he's auditioning dates from personals! Dude, this is cubeland. You really don't need to be taking these calls.
If he asks any question, answer loudly enough for him to hear you. At least he'll realize you can hear him and he might stop.
I'm doomed to be hassled by Interpol, Evangelists, and chummy businessmen in coach.
I thought at first that by Interpol, you meant the band and wondered what the problem was. I think I need coffee.
I just showered, but the TomKat news makes me want another.
I thought at first that by Interpol, you meant the band and wondered what the problem was. I think I need coffee.
Hey look, Plei has my brain. Could you please give it back, I have stuff I need to edit.
I think I dropped the brain on the floor when I passed it to Plei. It's all gritty and icky now.
I think I dropped the brain on the floor when I passed it to Plei. It's all gritty and icky now.
Oh dear. That might explain why I'm staring confusedly at the style guide.
Throw it in the washer - warm water, gentle cycle.
Cool water, lest the black fade! And Woolite for Darks!
The universe owes me a NAP.