Home now. Less cranky. I think, anyway. Broke into tears when I saw a dead deer on the side of the road but that might just be a stress release. I usually only cry over roadkill in the mornings when I'm not able to convince myself they committed suicide. By the afternoon I'm typically more jaded. Or something.
You should run away from work and come visit SF.
Two and a half more workdays until vacation begins. Woot! Soonsoonsoon.
So essentially they have reduced your ability to be productive as well as reducing the likelihood of you getting caught reading b.org?
Quite true. So why was I cranky at all? Crazy me!
sj, I got your msg. Heading over to yahoo.
Whee!!!!!!
YAY! Goin' out on the town with juliana! Look out, everyone! We're on a rampage!
Wanna come along, Tep?
Will there be sugar? JUST ONE CUBE???
Oh, but Teppy, you've gotten this far!
Will there be sugar? JUST ONE CUBE???
Sure! You want it in absinthe, or just the straight refined goodness?
No. Why do you think I had to share, Windsparrow?
We don't really know each well, huh?
Hi! Hi! Hi!
Guess who's paycheck is fucked up, A-FUCKING-GAIN?!>?!
Why is Friday fucking with the Bitches?!?
Today is ON THE LIST.
Guess who's paycheck is fucked up, A-FUCKING-GAIN?!>?!
No fucking way. Don't your employers, like, run an entire gigantic building management company or something? How hard can one lousy paycheck be?
