Well, it's official, Johnny Damon will have to cut his hear.
Think of it as a ritual cleansing... t ducks
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Well, it's official, Johnny Damon will have to cut his hear.
Think of it as a ritual cleansing... t ducks
nines?
nines!
Did I read Natter right? ita may have a chance at a Braugher sighting?! That would be totally cool! (I would love to meet him, but I'd just come off stupid, anyway. Although not as stupid or pervy as if it were Secor.)
Slimmest of slim chances, erika.
Phew! I got a package in from the FedEx guy at 4:43 that I wanted to ship out in time for Christmas. I quickly slapped a Priority sticker on it and drove to the post office getting there at 4:48 and was back in my car by 4:49. I love when stuff works out right.
Oh, holy hell. The rage just kicked in, big-time. I am assuming that it will do this on occasion for a good long while, yes? The trick is not to send any scathing letters or emails when in the grip of it, yes? Because damned if I couldn't tear him apart with my bare hands right the fuck now. Anyhoo. Big breaths. Possibly an Ativan, so I don't kill any innocent coworkers. Mmmm, drugs....
Yeah, pretty much. KB is wise; write whatever you like, but don't send. And remember, these are your feelings, and it's perfectly ok to have them.
Insent to Katie B.
Hey, my not having any money to spend until I get my paycheck tomorrow strategy is paying off. Lots of things I had marked to buy have been discounted. Huzzah discounts!
Massive buying spree takes place tomorrow.
If you do, ita, you *know* I wanna know.(I bet he would say your name perfectly, too. He doesn't speak like a sloppy American, after all.) Hec, cool.
Headed home soon. No news from my assistant, really. They have testing scheduled today, Friday and Tuesday before she gets to see an oncologist. I had to notify my site managers to send all correspondence, that would normally go to her, to me. Not fun. (Not fussing about the workload, just having to explain WHY.)
Now I get to go home to deal with K-Bug et al.