Am sending an email to a Ms. Bligh. I almost addressed it to "Ms. Blight."
Good thing I double-checked.
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.
Am sending an email to a Ms. Bligh. I almost addressed it to "Ms. Blight."
Good thing I double-checked.
I'd be more likely to send it to Capt. Bligh.
I keep accidentally typing, "I resent your password." I'm pretty sure that I don't actually resent the passwords for needing to be reset.
I'm not even supposed to be here (at work) for another 6 minutes, and I'm already bored.
I keep accidentally typing, "I resent your password."
Freudian slip? Repressed childhood password-related trauma?
I'm not even supposed to be here
Poor Dante.
Dropped off the damncar, got a courtesy ride to the subway with a driver who's a big Heroes fan, so we had a fun talk while waiting in traffic. Got to the PT place a good hour+ early so I went into the nearby Whole Foods and had a nice sit down read of the paper over a plate of their Breakfast Bar food (including fresh! strawberries!) and then the PT itself which was more stretchy-achey than ouchy. And now I'm at work, feeling like I've already had a day's worth of activity.
Poor Dante.
Always having to choose between two hot chicks.
Poor Dante.
Always having to choose between two hot chicks.
Either I'm missing a really obvious pop culture reference, or I've been reading the wrong translation of the Divine Comedy.
Either I'm missing a really obvious pop culture reference, or I've been reading the wrong translation of the Divine Comedy.
Bwahaha!
Clerks, JZ.