Happy early birthday, Empress, enjoy some quiet "nyah-nyah" time.
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.
We got a new Operations Manager. He was from the Wells Fargo Bldg. He systematically got rid of a lot of his department heads and assistants and replaced them with people he had working for him at the Wells Fargo Bldg.
Now, he has done the same with me, except I quit and now they are fucking over a new chick.
I'm getting calmer by the minute, meditating blissfully on how my boss will make them cry.
I will, Connie! Thanks!
Sparky, do you WANT to rent a car? Because from the sounds of it that is very subway/bus/cab able.
Meditation is GOOD JZ.
Aimee has a birthday coming up? I believe that is a myth. Like the Bitch Blanket she keeps teasing me with. A myth.
I don't want to rent a car -- but I'm not really sure how easy it is to get there. [link]
Mostly, I'm just miffed that she didn't give us out-of-towners any help here. All we got was driving directions (without an address for the place). It makes all my organizational freak alarms go off.
Aimee has a birthday coming up? I believe that is a myth. Like the Bitch Blanket she keeps teasing me with. A myth.
Youknow who to send myths to.
No address? That's odd.
Apparently living on my own and having to take care of only myself, I have turned into Sean.
Got home lateish for dinner and decided to just microwave one of the lovely Oscar Mayer hot dogs already in buns. Yum. Sat down with that and a yogurt for dinner, to be followed with some cut up fruit once I was no longer starving.
Third bit of the hot dog made me gag. Mold. Half of the hot dog bun was moldy. How did I *not* notice this? I have turned into Sean. This is the only explanation I have.