Maybe they hate waiting too..
I work very hard to be on time. I don't always succeed, but I really do try to be considerate of others. I just thought that Vortex's post was funny, is all.
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Maybe they hate waiting too..
I work very hard to be on time. I don't always succeed, but I really do try to be considerate of others. I just thought that Vortex's post was funny, is all.
YAY for DH raises, Beth.
It occurs to me that you were also joking. Nebbermind me; I'm waiting and cranky. Sorry, Lee.
Is this the revenge of the AC waiting ND went through?
I think it's the beginning of it, Suzi. I just texted him that it was payback time.
Note: Reese's Peanut butter is SO EFFING GREAT AND GOOD AND I LOVE IT.
payback time.
Oooh, you are so in for it now! Poking karma with a pointy stick is never a good idea. Still, I shall think good thoughts.
I don't like cranky sorellas. They're no fun.
Thinking about Fay's lovely if heartwrenching post yesterday, do other people not have a hometown? I mean, I moved around a lot when I was growing up. I've actually lived in Chicago a lot longer than I have anywhere else. My parents now live somewhere that I never really lived. I don't think of anyplace as my "hometown."
Coming in waaaaaaaaay late to this – I’m Alaskan. Probably always will be, with an overlay of whatever/wherever I am at that moment. However, Fairbanks is not Home. Alaska is not Home. I go there, and I feel the same sorts of things Fay so wonderfully described.
I live in SF, one of the more cosmopolitan cities in the US. Within an hour of wandering around NYC, I felt perfectly comfortable there (even with the lack of grid in Chinatown). I don’t know that either of them will ever be my “hometown”, but I know I felt more at Home in both of those cities than I ever will in Fairbanks.
I guess, and this past week has really brought it home to me, that my “hometown” is where my people are, and since most of my people are here, this is my hometown. You people get me. We have a shared history, we know what our geography looks like, we have a common language.
Home is where I live and love. My hometown is where my friends are.
In a lot of ways, I don't think that home is where the heart is; nor do I think it's the place that you love. I think, like how Plei described Seattle, that home is the place that made you -- you understand it, and you understand yourself. It's like -- you know the rules of the game, to so speak. That's home.
Hmmmm. I guess that’s why I call myself Alaskan. The gestalt of the state has never left me, even if I don’t relax when I go there. I can’t – there’s not enough people.
Caesar salad:
I AM MADE OF GRONK TODAY. omgwtfbbqjetlag.
Sorry I missed most of the game, but Maria kindly texted me so I knew the outcome immediately (whilst watching the Mayor play King Arthur). Shame about Zidane, though.
I'm deffinately a New Yorker and I suspect that is what I'll stay no matter where I end up living. I'm pretty sure I was one before I got here (well, proto-new yorker).
My home town is a small one in Jersey. I like being FROM Jersey much better than I liked being there.