For the record, I am officially at the end of my rope at work. If I could just walk out of here tonight with a simple "Fuck you, I quit" resignation Post-It I would have twenty minutes ago.

Now, the Dean has decided that the office does not dress "professional" enough. WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN?

That's not just hate, that's oppression.

I hate curry because, to me, it smells like feces and tastes like dirt.

I hate curry because, to me, it smells like feces and tastes like dirt.

When I was about 12, we had a neighbor who cooked with curry every night, or so it seemed. The smell was just omnipresent, but also stale and a bit burnt. I never even wanted to try it after that.

I have foods that affect me like that, ita. I liked curry all right but occasionally.

I dislike the curry smell when there's no curry around, but that goes for most food. My mother was most manic about that -- she lived in and around enough East Indian homes where the smell suffused everything that when we went househunting, houses with kitchens that had doors went to the top of the list.

We loves our curry -- it can just have a staying smell.

Smelling it on someone who hasn't had curry in hours or even days does freak me out.

The egg smell I can't do. Vomit will be in my future. The other smells, if the food is there, and it's not stale left over smell -- it's just stuff I don't want to eat.

One thing I hate about my place...smells last forever. Yeah...weird how some smells get in people's pores or something.

I knew I forgot to mention something on vw's survey--the serial comma discussion.

I knew I forgot to mention something on vw's survey--the serial comma discussion.

I was just thinking the same thing...

I mentioned pecan pronunciations, but I knew there was something I'd left out.

I did get semi-colons, cats, babies, and short hair, though.

Huh, a serial comma.