Poor Buffy. Your life resists all things average.

Willow ,'First Date'


Spike's Bitches 29: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.  

[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.


Cashmere - Mar 01, 2006 5:22:54 am PST #1779 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.

Finished tutoring and went to take my exam. Prof didn't show up.

I'm going to go with the glass is half full on this one. Any time a prof doesn't show up and you don't have to take an exam--even one you're prepared for--is a good thing.


JZ - Mar 01, 2006 5:25:42 am PST #1780 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.

I really don't want to go to work today, but all my reasons are extra-whiney and first world. Inconveniently timed mid-morning doctor's appointment, probably including a blood draw (I'm conquering the needle squick, but I still don't like it), at just exactly late enough that I won't feel like I can just blow off the early morning and show up after the appt. Plus, much copying awaits, and the copy machine has been temporarily moved to a room two blocks away and one flight down.

Also, we had a power outage over the weekend and it frelled something in my computer and reset the clock/calendar function; unless it fixed itself last night, right now it thinks it's 3:30 p.m. on January 2, 1970, and I can't change the time on my own damn computer clock without an administrator password. Plus, the cafeteria menu for the entire rest of this week sucks.

Conclusion: In recompense for all this grotesque and inhuman suffering, I totally deserve a month's vacation. Possibly on a balmy Caribbean isle, slounging and drinking umbrella drinks with vw, after spanking her tardy and no-show students.

eta: And her no-show prof. Bare hand, paddle, ruler across the palm, and fifty "I will not be an utterly lame no-show fucko"s on the blackboard.


Nora Deirdre - Mar 01, 2006 5:27:27 am PST #1781 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

Conclusion: In recompense for all this grotesque and inhuman suffering, I totally deserve a month's vacation.

I am totally in this place too. God, I'm sick of winter and sick of being sick.


beth b - Mar 01, 2006 5:27:51 am PST #1782 of 10001
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!

mmm. I think I need a week on an island to recover fully from this cold...


sj - Mar 01, 2006 5:37:43 am PST #1783 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

I am totally in this place too. God, I'm sick of winter and sick of being sick.

Wrod.


Nora Deirdre - Mar 01, 2006 5:43:23 am PST #1784 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

In other news, but still allowing me to complain about stuff, Harpoon Brewery is apparantly launching a new beer (which I can't find anywhere on the web, but I got an email as a Friend of Harpoon) that is a Rasberry Hefenweizen. Ghastly or intriguing sounding? I am leaning toward ghastly.


Vortex - Mar 01, 2006 5:47:56 am PST #1785 of 10001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman

well, it depends. If it's a hefewizen with a raspberry finish, then it could be fine. If it tastes like hefenwizen with raspberry syrup added, that's bad.


Nora Deirdre - Mar 01, 2006 5:53:20 am PST #1786 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

oh, sure, be all reasonable and balanced and spoil my grumpy fun.

t shakes fist at clouds

How's your condo coming along?


Volans - Mar 01, 2006 6:17:21 am PST #1787 of 10001
move out and draw fire

It's 65 and sunny here, and there are islands. Med, not Carib, but still...


erikaj - Mar 01, 2006 6:20:56 am PST #1788 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!

Sick of this boring town way before May. Total cabin fever and no real outlet for it. And I'm draining my writing brain by leaning on it to make up for my lack of...you know, a life.