There are days I hate being a perfectionist.
I'm currently cutting out 120 circles of wax paper to line the tins and layers for the peppermint bark.
Now, a normal person would just tear the wax paper. I *cannot* bring myself to do that.
I may need help.
Honey, I just sent you a job ad from CraigsList.
Something I Just Learned:
The bulding next door to my work?
Films porn.
Honey, I just sent you a job ad from CraigsList.
I need the van tomorrow. I'm goin' to Chatsworth!
Bowm-chika-BOWM-bowm...
Of all days to leave my Diazapam at home. Why am I so worried over this call. They are just going to confirm that I am awesome and deserve the highest raise possible. Nevermind that my boss's boss's boss always delegates down and never talks with us plebes directly, and yet she is the one leading this call.
Headdesk.
I need the van tomorrow. I'm goin' to Chatsworth!
Don't forget the baby oil.
I mailed a package to my sister today - and met a mant mailing apackage to his son in Iraq. Now I'm sending ma~~ to a stranger's son that he gets home around the first of the year and can get married in march.
peace to you and your friends Kristin
and health ma ~~ and raise ma~~~
You have GOT to be kidding me. I think I have pinkeye. Remember all the illnesses I was whining about yesterday? I feel bad bitching given the levels of crap that so many others are dealing with. But seriously, nibbled to death by ducks. Virus-ridden ducks.
But also, peace~ma and raise~ma and dealing~ma to the others who need it, since it's not all about me.