lol.
Well, what time are you guys leaving the park? We plan to take Em trick or treating but I do want Jilli and Pete to come by and see the Pink Cuthulu and hang for a bit. And anyone else who wants come as well.
Giles: Helping out with the dishes makes me feel useful. Dawn: Wanna clean out the garage with us
Saturday? You could feel indispensable.
'Dirty Girls'
Spike's Bitches 27: I'm Embarrassed for Our Kind.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Aims - Oct 31, 2005 7:51:46 am PST #1559 of 10003
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Pix - Oct 31, 2005 7:52:25 am PST #1560 of 10003
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
Candy Corn:
Also, I am wearing my grey plaid gothy overall dress with fishnets and boots.
The boots are more about being able to go on all of the rides at Disneyland.
dw - Oct 31, 2005 7:52:53 am PST #1561 of 10003
Silence means security silence means approval
And just when you think the work shitstorm couldn't get any more sewage-laden, my cow orker, the one who has been de facto in charge of the Document From Hell, announced that she's getting a divorce.
I need a new job. One that doesn't make me sick. One that won't crash my car, or make me feel three feet thick.
Pix - Oct 31, 2005 7:55:17 am PST #1562 of 10003
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
Honestly, no idea. I'm coming back earlier than they are—I have about six hours of grading to do tonight. Drew is going to be working late, but we may be able to work something out. Have you called Jilli's cell? Probably would be a good idea.
DavidS - Oct 31, 2005 7:55:19 am PST #1563 of 10003
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
I need a new job. One that doesn't make me sick. One that won't crash my car, or make me feel three feet thick.
If only there were more drugs involved with work. Filing on acid would undoubtedly improve the experience.
tommyrot - Oct 31, 2005 7:57:10 am PST #1564 of 10003
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
I need a job I need a job I need a GOOD JOB
I need a job I need a job that pays
I need a job I need a job I need a GOOD JOB
One that satisfies....
My artistic needs!
tommyrot - Oct 31, 2005 7:57:56 am PST #1565 of 10003
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Also, I am now earwormed with "I Want a New Duck."
dw - Oct 31, 2005 7:59:45 am PST #1566 of 10003
Silence means security silence means approval
If only there were more drugs involved with work. Filing on acid would undoubtedly improve the experience.
There are only two drugs that could help me at work: Shrooms and opium. Shrooms would finally make sense of the surrealness of this office. Opium would make me be what I want to be about work: Content and not care that a rat is eating my foot.
vw bug - Oct 31, 2005 8:00:23 am PST #1567 of 10003
Mostly lurking...
Just got home from seeing the NP at my PCP's office. That was *not* fun. I got a lecture on priorities. Me. Priority girl. She made me cry, and then I made her feel bad. She came around, but as said, there was crying involved.
I am now the owner of a samples of a steriod inhaler, though, so that's good.
Nora Deirdre - Oct 31, 2005 8:03:07 am PST #1568 of 10003
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
what were the priority issues that the NP felt were lacking?
t punches NP
t THAT'LL make her feel bad oh yes