'The Message'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I woke up at 1. ONE. WTF? I'm nearly done teaching for the
entire day
at 1. I think I must have a turkey hangover. It was a wonderful Thanksgiving with much yummy food and many good friends, but I feel like a truck ran me over this morningafternoon.
Time to write lots and lots of narrrative comments for report cards now. Wheeeee.
Would much rather go to the spa.
I'm stuck back at work today. Here until Midnight again. I'm starting to see where the Scrooge character is coming from.
I'm stuck back at work today. Here until Midnight again. I'm starting to see where the Scrooge character is coming from.
So when will you be getting a platinum credit card to flash us with on commercials?
What, honey, watching A Christmas Carol over and over again isn't putting you in the holiday spirit? Do I need to ward the house against visiting ghosts who will want to shock you into festiveness?
Oh god...pick your words carefully, otherwise, we might all dance the onslaught of another Buffista Musical.
Spa! So much fun. Or at least having someone pamper me is fun. Not that I haven't been pampered by friends and family for weeks now.
I'm stoked because we have blueberry crumble pie, vanilla ice cream, and whipped cream just waiting to be eaten. AND I don't feel like crap today (knock on wood). YAY! HAPPY!
But right now, lori is giving us a play-by-play of a meercat fight.
Is she watching meercat manor, or just making stuff up?
That's Fourteen comma Gang of, thank yew veddy much.
Which I'm pretty damn sure I wasn't in.
(Though I am a member of the Sooper Seekrit Inactive Active Bitch Cabal[TM], apparently.)
No, Teppy, you were, but only under your nickname.
Hey, that means the Gang of 14 SUCK! Also, no one in Big Bear or Seattle is real.
Damn those Bitches and their inActival Cabality.
"i"s are the halitosis of the digital age
Harumph.
I just got back from visiting a friend recuperating from surgery. It's really a strange feeling realising how much something you did with little effort is appreciated. I mean, I mostly went to visit him because I adore him. But he's been alone and with limited mobility for days now. Poor guy.