Yanked my morning show people with no explanation. None whatsoever. Effing Clear Channel.That's not right. They shouldn't mess with morning shows. Mornings are hard enough without all that dirty change.
Dawn ,'Storyteller'
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Yanked my morning show people with no explanation. None whatsoever. Effing Clear Channel.That's not right. They shouldn't mess with morning shows. Mornings are hard enough without all that dirty change.
JZ, we can smell your lunch from here, so yes.
Also? I want to make clear to vw, that not showering at all, DQs a person from this particular contest, which is that late-getting-going contest. It automatically places a person first though, in the "Ain't Getting Going at all Today" contest.
Also? I want to make clear to vw, that not showering at all, DQs a person from this particular contest, which is that late-getting-going contest. It automatically places a person first though, in the "Ain't Getting Going at all Today" contest.
Bwah! Well, good thing I showered then! Also, I think my parents wouldn't have appreciated the stinky at our fancy night out.
That's not right. They shouldn't mess with morning shows. Mornings are hard enough without all that dirty change.
Or they should do it with some warning like the Today Show which is very curteously giving me a month to get over my daily dose of Couric hate.
I am waiting 'til the storm passes. We are going out tonight too, so I have to. I think I win.
Speaking of showers, I think I need a cold one.
But, hey! I got my midterm back last night (A) and I only have 2 more classes and finals. Woot!
Yay, Chikat!
I am in the not-showered camp. I'm getting over a cold and have been told sternly (though without the use of a bullwhip) to rest today. I'm trying very hard to comply. Shower and food are sounding better and better, though.
Also, go ChiKat!
Aw, thanks, y'all. Of course, because of this class, I spent all night diagramming sentences in my dream. My dreams often suck.
Kristin, don't *make* me force you to rest.
Hell, I don't have to, because I *know* you want to, don't you? That's a good girl.
This just in: I would kill for a Cadbury Egg.
Kill.
With blood and rhetoric and/or love and stuff.