You're inside the bubble. The world is outside it. The bubble's not big.
It's like a hampster exercise ball for life!
On the other hand, the physical size of one's personal bubble is bigger than, say, a soap bubble...even if it's a Zubbles bubble...
My journal's publishing a paper with an author whose first name is Hellmuth. Naturally I'm reading it as "Hellmouth" every time. The source of all evil is publishing environmental health materials! (And neo-cons the world over nod knowingly.)
You're inside the bubble. The world is outside it. The bubble's not big.
Oh, that's what happened. I was thinking thick-big, and didn't even notice your use of "little". I wasn't intentionally contradicting. Again, sorry about that. I was riffing on Spike's "It's a big rock," is all.
I temped out of the Cambridge office of Kelly Girl
Hey, Hec. I was a Kelly Girl myself.
I was, too. For the first 9 months out of college.
And in a confluence of topics, I was just bitching to my co-workers about people who misuse commas and how I must kick their asses. Chatty!co-worker suggested that I hire myself out as a grammar dominatrix. And the beauty of it is -- I wouldn't even have to fake being nice, like I do in this office! Keen!
I haven't finished college yet. But when I left college, I was already married. Took a job at a local newspaper, as staff writer, and then had a baby not long after.
Somehow I ended up working in publishing thereafter, with two more babies coming, and now I'm writing. And, you know, being a mom. If I had it to over again, DH and I would have had some more time for ourselves before becoming parents, ideally with travel involved. But I like my life very much, even if I still want to finish school someday.
Chatty!co-worker suggested that I hire myself out as a grammar dominatrix. And the beauty of it is -- I wouldn't even have to fake being nice, like I do in this office! Keen!
It's fate!
Dude! Who wouldn't hire Tep as their personal grammar dominatrix?!?
Which reminds me, I should buy a lottery ticket...
Chatty!co-worker suggested that I hire myself out as a grammar dominatrix.
That would be the best job ever. "That's a restrictive clause, bitch." Thwak! "See that comma?" Thwak! "What do you do with that comma?" Thwak! "Remove it, bitch."
And in a confluence of topics, I was just bitching to my co-workers about people who misuse commas and how I must kick their asses. Chatty!co-worker suggested that I hire myself out as a grammar dominatrix.
Huh,. Tha,t's ve,ry int,,ers,tin,g.
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Hee. I was just running back to Bitches to do exactly what Tommy did. Damn my slow brain.
Dont tease, Teppy everyone. Its just, not nice if you no what I mean.