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.

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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.

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She finally took off around 4pm your time. She's likely to get to Miami around midnight my time.

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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.

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I hope she's stuck in an airport with some shopping/food options.

So far, SFO is my choice for this.

Go Today's Candidate! Choose Today's Candidate!

Yesterday's candidate asked me if I got royalties from the books I write, and I found that rude.

So rude. Way beyond acceptable to me.

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Why, why, why do I read the letters to the editor at Salon? I was doing really well with the not-reading, and my life was absolutely jolly. Then I fall off the wagon, and I come across this response to a brief squib in one of the Salon blogs about that SSRI's during pregnancy study (I'm only posting the last paragraph because I don't want Bitches the world over to get hand lacerations from putting their fists through their monitors):

i'm going to be super crass here--but if you are on meds and got pregnant on purpose, fuck you. i don't care if your meds might harm the fetus, you shouldn't be fucking pregnant anyway. take care of yourself first before you bring another human into this world and screw the kid up with your "baggage". that's the responsible thing to do.

Fuck you, you heartless ignorant harpy fuckbucket. I wrote a much, much more polite and restrained response, but oh, that's what I wish I'd written. Can they please for God's sake please go back to the editors-screen-all-the-letters-first format?

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I'm watching this week's House.

"I know you're in there, I can hear you caring" has likely trumped Tom AND Gud for a fresh tag-line.

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Yeah. Great line. Loved the entire episode, actually.

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I'm not up to date on House. I'm watching in order and almost finished with s1.

{{Trudy}} I haven't been in the same space as you since your losses. Good to see you here. You have been on my mind.

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OMFG - I just opened presents from family and I got my own iPod!!! Apparently DH literally hit the lottery, winning a few hundred on a scratcher, and spent it on me.

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