HULK SMASH.
Coworker is playing Kenny G on her computer, just within my range of hearing. She has put it on repeat. I have to listen to that whiny noodly little saxophone ALL FRICKIN DAY.
Grrrr. Wish I had an iPod.
Giles ,'Selfless'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
HULK SMASH.
Coworker is playing Kenny G on her computer, just within my range of hearing. She has put it on repeat. I have to listen to that whiny noodly little saxophone ALL FRICKIN DAY.
Grrrr. Wish I had an iPod.
There is, but you would need a model to explain why some people have missing data.
Ah, okay. That's kind of what I figured. Thank you.
Not only is my yoghurt not cheese, it is not hot. I am freaking cold.
Apple's announcing something right now, but it seems they're doing it in a room with no cell or Wi Fi access.
Maybe they're announcing an iPod for Juliana.
Coworker is playing Kenny G on her computer, just within my range of hearing. She has put it on repeat. I have to listen to that whiny noodly little saxophone ALL FRICKIN DAY.
No jury in the country would convict you.
Done properly, the hooker sits on the shoulders of two middlerow people, one person per hip.
the hooker doesn't sit on anyone's shoulders, the hooker wraps his/her arms around the necks of the props, who grab the hooker's arms and hold the hooker slightly off of the ground so that the hooker can use his/her feet to direct the ball to their side of the scrum.
1) becuase cheese only is NOT a meal.
2) becuase eatting more in the mid of the day is better
t/fake science
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3) because you are doing it, not once, but as a habit.
4) because bacuase because I said so. BECAUSE!
My stomach is all butterflies. I cant sit still, or think, and I have to get work done.
Gah. I am THISCLOSE.
Cheese might help.
If I eat a big meal in the middle of the day, I spend 4 hours completely zonked. So I nibble instead, throughout the day. Variety of things I snack on varies and sometimes sucks when I get to the last of my groceries. Which I am at right now. Out of crackers, apples, carrots, pb...yes, I snack like a toddler. But no cheerios. Ish.
the hooker doesn't sit on anyone's shoulders
Really? Shoot. I was never a hooker, so I was extrapolating from memory. I was usually a Number 8, but sometimes I was a prop. And wow, did one woman in the second row have hard hands -- she would grab for the waistband, miss, and get a handful of underwear to pull on really hard. Not fun, you know?