I only just got home. The next time I'm in LA, remind me there are some people I have to kill.
'Dirty Girls'
Spike's Bitches 28: For the Safety of Puppies...and Christmas!
[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.
I got another phone call about that internship. They're still trying to work out some details about whether to hire someone, since this is a new position that they just kind of created because they realized that they needed someone to do it and they didn't have anyone who could, but he said that he'd call me back tomorrow to let me know if it goes through.
Sounds good, but the waiting is crazy-making.
The next time I'm in LA, remind me there are some people I have to kill.makes plans to leave So Cal
The next time I'm in LA, remind me there are some people I have to kill.
As long as it ain't me, sure!
Unless you called my office today at 5 pm with a last-minute order that kept me there 2 hours late, you're fine.
Sometimes clients just. don't. think.
Ah. Back from basketball practice and overfed.
Poor Perkins. Her flight was delayed over 3 hours and apparently without internet options.
Laundry beckons and yet I somehow resist its allure.
Poor Perkins, indeed! I hope she's stuck in an airport with some shopping/food options.
So, today's candidate seems to be getting good reviews all around, except the evil woman that I work with was upset he didn't wear a tie. I pointed out that he was better dressed than any of the men actually working at the library, except the librarian who is Independently Wealthy and from a Good Family. One more candidate to meet next week.
Yesterday's candidate asked me if I got royalties from the books I write, and I found that rude.
She finally took off around 4pm your time. She's likely to get to Miami around midnight my time.
I will remain a Steph fan even if Steph gets off the Steph bandwagon.
THIS!
Can't do anything to keep any of you from (undeservedly) hating yourselves, but I'll love you anyway.
Oh! This, too.
Also, Teppy's hawttt. Her poor self image can fuck right off.
And this.
As for the people who are self-hating today, I only have this to say: You're awesome, love ya, need ya, want the best for ya. If there's any way in which I can help all you have to do is ask, or, if you're feeling shy, just say, "I wish someone would..." and I'll do my best to be there.
This. This. This.
Okay. Stopping now. The This-ing could go on all night 'cause not only are y'all HOTT, you're also fucking wicked smart. So there.
Poor, poor Perkins. A three hour delay is of teh suck.