Sumi,
Janet's reaction was exactly what made me go WTFF? Also, the smug look on Tommy's face when he's driving off - at first I thought they were going to go with him feeling like a shit, but they went another way. As for Johnny, I think he was more afraid of her getting beat up, I think, or the house getting trashed, I think.
As I said, I hope there's some kind of fallout. Very disturbing. As for the other thing,
I can totally see that, but I wouldn't be surprised if she tried to take her via legal means, or at least threaten it if Franco if he tries to break it off.
What I REALLY want to know was what happened
after Proby (it was Proby, wasn't it?) and his roommate got into that fight. I expected to see a shot of them in bed, beat to shit, naked and smoking.
Happy Birthday Epic!
Ah, a Wednesday morning without a conference call is like a breath of spring air.
So the day isn't starting off well when you want to slap people for asking stupid questions, right? Especially when your employment is somewhat reliant on stupid questions?
Ah -- I've got
Rescue Me
to look forward to tonight. Watched Mike Rowe's misadventures with
Dirty Jobs
last night instead and then fell into bed.
Now I want peanut butter.
I never *don't* want peanut butter. It's a universal constant: the Earth will rotate on it's axis, ugly clothes will come back into fashion, and Steph wants peanut butter. Always.
I want Reese peanut butter cups. Not quite as much a constant as Steph and peanut butter, but right up there with my desire for world peace and Jon Stewart.
Frankenbuddha, I was hoping that we'd at least get to see the
state of Probie at work the next day. Well, maybe next week.
Mmm, I love being passive-aggressively called a liar in the morning.....
Mmm, I love being passive-aggressively called a liar in the morning.....
Because it smells like victory?
Today it is more annoying than anything. This particular person is highly paranoid, so pretty much questions everything you tell him. Some days it is fun to slap him down, others I'd rather not have to box in his neuroses.
So anyone want to lay odds on the vet calling at the most inconvenient time and the likelihood I get home to find the limping ac completely dismantled and a new one not yet installed?