Ugh, SA, that's awful. I hope you get it back, with everything intact.
VW, I want that apartment too.
Jilli and Plei, insent abouy this weekend.
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Ugh, SA, that's awful. I hope you get it back, with everything intact.
VW, I want that apartment too.
Jilli and Plei, insent abouy this weekend.
Good luck and good returns, SA.
seekrit message to Cashmere: If you get a bizarre text message on your cell, that almost reads as if one spouse were nagging another spouse, well, I was trying to nag my spouse on his brand new Blackberry, and wasn't sure of the format of the phone number for a text message, so I copied yours, and then only replaced it within the " " not the < > and I'm very stupid. Hope the phone doesn't wake the babies. *runs away*
I'm sorry, SA. If it was just one of the kids being a jerk, maybe they'll find everything, minus any cash, in a trashcan.
Jilli and Plei, insent abouy this weekend.
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I just replied. Now I should go back to doing real work.
Oh, SA. I hope you get it all back, tonight.
SA, last night I returned a wallet I found on the ground that had a Social Security Card and a check written out to cash in it. And someone once did the same for me.
It happens.
No cash. In one fit of intelligence, I didn't take my wallet or any money with me to the school. I actually didn't think I'd taken my phone, either, until I got back and realized that, yeah, I did.
In an effort to not kill myself or start thinking about how, if at all, this stuff could be replaced (short answer for ipod and pda: not at all; a seven hundred dollar fee for the laptop and irreplaceable files and documents, especially schoolwork and [gag] my television) I am going to take a nap. And hope I don't stop breathing in my sleep.
Thanks for the support, ya'll. This is the STUPIDEST thing ever.
Oh, SA, that sucks. IMO it's not so much any kind of karmic payback (in fact, not at all) as a sign that you need to get the hell out of Kentucky ASAP.
Ohh, your pretty Dell! I remember you coming to SF with it and petting it and filling it up with Hec's music and just loving it. That's not technology, that's your electro-baby.
Gah. Suddenly I'm feeling a little better about the $100 I seem to have lost.