Happy smiting Steph!
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.
shit, Tep, that's a smite-tastic day. At least it's Friday? Definitely smite the dumb temp doctor.
Stab stab stab.
Aw, Teppy. Smite away. I read down your list thinking with each one, "That one! That's the one who needs smiting the worst! No, this one! No, this is the shittiest one! ... Oh, fuck it, smite them all!"
Looking over your shoulder from one corner of the continent, I really really really hate #4, but #s 3 and 5 are probably much more immediately smiteable. I dearly hope regular!doctor gives suck!doctor a righteous bitchslapping, and that Chatty takes a clue and shuts up before he loses a limb.
ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU'RE JUST AFRAID OF HOW THE NEW MENU OF QUARK 6.5 LOOKS COMPARED TO 4.1 -- GET OVER IT!
Oh fer cryin' out loud, people. It's just a fucking computer graphic. It's not going to bite you.
even though the article was based on incomplete data which the author selectively reported in order to bolster her specious claim.
I hate (almost) everybody.
I hate (almost) everybody.
So with you there.
Remember that good-mood, feel good thing I had going for a couple of days there? It has packed its bags and left the country. AND it took my motivatio with it.
I'm glad the office is quiet today cause along with the lack of motivation, I'm in bitch-from-hell mode. I want to rant about every little thing. Gosh, maybe I'm PMSing. Bleh, whatever.
whine du jour:
I forgot to bring spoons from home, therefore I am eating yogurt and soup with forks. (thankfully they are both relatively thick.)
I'm just depressed. Bleagh. I get to hang with some cool people this weekend, but Sunday is the Oscars, and for the first time in 6 years, I won't be going to the huge fancy fun dress-up party and potluck that I always go to. Instead, Z will be taking the bint to the party, and I probably won't watch them at all. It's a small thing, but depressing.
I'll bet that people at the party will be wishing you were there instead. If that's any small consolation.
Take care of yourself this weekend...