Have another interview tomorrow. Yikes! I kind of figured this one was dead, but now I'm getting thrown to the higher-ups, which seems like it must be a good sign.
With my boss leaving, this all becomes so much more fraught, though. But we shall see.
Is it raining on your roof? Or only on half of it?
Deer Protest Lack of Salt Licks. 5 Engineers Held Hostage at Antlerpoint. Campus is Closed.
It's raining in my front yard but not my back yard.
Is it raining frogs? Or blood?
How mature was it?
Well, it lacked blueberries, but instead had black currants (I think). So I'm guessing more mature than usual.
Now the sun is out and all the rain has stopped.
No toads. No blood or fire.
Yet.
Cute puppy wearing old-fashioned swimsuit: [link]
If OJ makes any money off of this, it goes to the Goldmans and the Browns -- who he's never paid because he makes a point of not making money. It's all more twisted than I could have imagined.
Yeah, ask them if they give a shit.
I cannot believe that he actually found such depths to plunge to. Sickening.