Dude, I'm burning this fucking fortune cookie on my next smoke break.
'Safe'
Natter 40: The Nice One
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Dude, I'm burning this fucking fortune cookie on my next smoke break.
I'm having a disturbing vision of shrift snarling fiercely and covering it with tiny cigarette burns, muttering, "You wanna lecture me, cookie? I got your patience right here, fucko!"
I think that's the proper response.
I just got an email from someone who wanted my phone number so she could yell at me. HA HA HA.
Give her GWB's phone number, Jesse.
I've just remembered a third reason I might faint. The whole not eating thing.
Know what suck? Vicious FUCKING circles. Or cycles. Or both. Whatever.
Why, JZ, it's like you know me!
She told you this?
I'm waiting for a response from someone. And I need it today, because stuff is on the calendar for tomorrow that needs to be pulled if something is indeed wrong.
Of course....silence.
I have sent my e-mail out. There might have been some quietly maniacal laughter.
Now I go have celebratory pancakes. There may also be bacon.
I just got an email from someone who wanted my phone number so she could yell at me. HA HA HA.
This is why I took my phone number of my email sig.
ita, keep your strength up!!
She told you this?
The email went like this: "I am very disturbed. (blah blah about why, which has nothing do with me, and about which I have no information) I would like to call you."
I wrote back about how I'm just a lowly student, but maybe my boss can help her, cc: my boss.