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[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.
that doesn't get her off my Notice Board. She is just exactly thisclose to the Dead To Me Board.
The two boards in question are the most useful thing ever.
Brains, whoa.
Cash, the more details you get from your cousin, the more I'm thrilled for a safe baby and mom and READY TO UNLEASH TEH FLAMING FIST OF DEATH on the assmarmots at the podunk hospital.
Cash, the more details you get from your cousin, the more I'm thrilled for a safe baby and mom and READY TO UNLEASH TEH FLAMING FIST OF DEATH on the assmarmots at the podunk hospital.Yep. Me, too. I just wish I'd said assmarmots before amy, if not before JZ.
I had to write my note in baying-at-the-moon language, because my husband's boss is not of this world. I forget that there are other, evil bosses, who are of this world.
A while back (I think before we moved, so over two years ago), I had a dream that he was in my (old) kitchen, sitting with us at the table. In my dream, I stood up, pounded my fist on the table, and said, "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE, [bosshat's first name]." I've never even met bosshat, but that does not diminish my ire.
"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE, [bosshat's first name]."
See now, that was the perfect place to use [assmarmot].
But what isn't, really?
But what isn't, really?
I intend to work it into everyday conversation for the next week.
The good news: My psychology class is done done done, and I will be completely shocked if I don't get an A in the class.
The bad news: I completely freaked out yesterday and could not get my paper done. In fact, I had an anxiety attack and could barely move. I talked to my therapist today, and his advice was essentially get over it and do it.
The slightly better news: My therapist gave me a note for my professor and she extended my deadline until Monday.
Now I just need to figure out a way to "get over it" and get this paper done. It is only 5-7 pages. I have done wonderfully on everything else this semester. I used to be able to bang out papers as easy as I could breathe. This shouldn't be so hard. t /mememe
That is awful Cashmere. The hospital should definitely be sued. Much ~ma to mother and baby.
it appears that Mr. MG is employeed. He still has to pass the background and drug tests, but they have him scheduled to start December 27th. I'll be nervous until he is there for a week or two...
Woo Hoo!!! I hope the job works out well for him.
{{{MG}}}
Oh, and Joe landed safely.
Yay!
Now I just need to figure out a way to "get over it" and get this paper done. It is only 5-7 pages. I have done wonderfully on everything else this semester. I used to be able to bang out papers as easy as I could breathe. This shouldn't be so hard.
sj, it sounds like you've built the paper up to be a bigger deal than it is. Do what I do to get the dishes done: I talk myself into doing "just one pan" and then I end up sprinting through the rest of them before I can change my mind. Momentum is a wonderful thing.
I've discovered something interesting about chemistry.
When we moved, I left a 15-year-old bottle of homemade mead in the car and didn't worry too much about it, because I knew alcohol didn't freeze unless it got really, really cold.
Hubby and I opened the car doors. We both sniff curiously.
He: "That's ... weird."
Me: "Oh dear."
He: "Did we miss a bottle?"
Me: "Looks like."
He: "You understand that we'll never get out of a police stop without a breathalyzer again, don't you?"
Me: "Oh, yeah. Probably best to volunteer."
Fortunately, the weather was so cold that most of the broken bottle's contents were still ice, but part of the back seat is soaked with what smells like really good mead. I'm afraid my car is going to smell like a winery/distillery until the end of time now. I'm hoping that once the weather warms up and I can leave the windows open, that the car will outgas enough so as not to be too noticeable.
sj, it sounds like you've built the paper up to be a bigger deal than it is.
I have. It's been 10 years of finishing some classes, and dropping out mid semester in a severe depressive state, so I have school built up to this crazy impossible thing in my mind. For some reason, I have been able to work through attending classes and taking exams fairly well, but papers just freak me out, which is weird because it used to be what I was best at.
I talk myself into doing "just one pan" and then I end up sprinting through the rest of them before I can change my mind. Momentum is a wonderful thing.
This is good. I'm going to try to start a bit tonight, without insisting that I have to get everything done.
I didn't mean to kill the thread with all the meme.