I have been eating doughnuts. Oh, the doughnuts I have eaten. From this place: [link]
Spike's Bitches 31: We're Motivated Go-getters.
[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.
I called zee boy who works nights and he was more into his own sleep than getting me teh sleep. Bastard.
You should have called me. I wasn't getting the sleep either. Most of my insomnia has dissapeared since I moved in with Dave, but not last night. I am probably worried about his interview today, of course he slept soundly.
I must interrupt everyone else's workday, fun, etc., to announce that I got a 95!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! on my Pre-Calc midterm today. I'm beyond the moon.
Woo Hoo!!!
Sara's too cute. I've been getting Mormon missionaries, which i don't mind terribly them coming by if they're not too pushy, but after I tell them I'm not interested they've started asking if I know anyone who would like to have them come talk to them. WTF?
VW rocks, as if we needed further evidence.
That sounds ridiculously good, beth. The breakfast, I would have to try the lettuce grilling before I could form an opinion. What does it accomplish?
Breakfast was oatmeal. I am off to try to project Educated and Eager to Learn while feeling Fat and Inexperienced. But I've got 6 sparkly hairpins holding my bun in place, that helps with the confidence.
WTF?
Latter-Day Pyramid Scheme?
Last night I grilled a romaine heart. It just intensified the flavor, but the inside was still cool and crunchy . I am guessing radicho will be even better.
Congrats, vw! I hope I do as well on my first stats test this Monday night. I'm not too worried, really. It's all making sense to me at this point. I can do stats. Who knew?
I forgot - good on you , VW!
Yay, vw!
And good on GC, with the ability to do stats.
HAppy birthday, Hec! Here's wishing you excellent food, a perfectly concocted martini and smiling short-haired lassies with shears to serve it!
Thank you! Actually I had a Gold Cup (rum, Pernod, orgeat, fresh lime juice, shaken with ice and served in a martini glass), but Alberta is currently sporting a Jean Sebergesque crop (and stripey shirt to complete the look), so that was cool. She brought in some pictures of her theme parties which were very fun. One was inspired the space stewardesses in 2001: A Space Odyssey. Another party had a Pan Am theme. (She collects aviation memorabilia.)
JZ took me out to dinnr at Eos which was incredibly delicious. Also, she got me a gift certificate for an hour long massage, so she covered my birthday nicely.
Happy Hec day! You are as cool and swinging as a Tom Waits song.
Suh-weet! Speaking of which, I've got a bootleg of Tom's 1999 concert at the Oakland Paramount that I need to send to your BF.
I had Jehovah's Witnesses come to my door last weekend. It wasn't early but I'd stayed up late so they woke me up and I stumbled around bleary eyed trying to get clothes on before I answered the door. I politely declined they offer of a pamphlet
"I'm a Presbyterian" but they countered with "Oh! But we're looking for people of all denominations.." and babbled a bit before I blurted out "I think what you believe is wrong!" and closed the door as the backed away.
Then at work yesterday I got another call from some telemarkter. I don't give out names or numbers of supervisors to people who just cold call on the phone. Partly because I want to protect them from lots of calls but also because they aren't usually by a phone. So I offer to take a message and pass it on, but if I'm told "That's not possible we only have outgoing calls here" or somethign along those lines I tell them, "I'm sorry, we aren't interested." and generally they hang up. I have complete approval to do this.
But yesterday the guy on the phone got snippy "I didn't ask if you were interested. I asked for a name." I was in the middle of "I'm sorry but we don't purchase..." when he slammed the phone down.