I need to figure out what I'm eating for lunch before I become a food zombie.
The Crying of Natter 49
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.
brains?
Gawd, Wheaton's ST:TNG character annoyed me, but the guy is pretty cool....
ND got me into his blog, and I love it. He's a very funny and very clever writer.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, OLIVIA! HAPPY GIVING BIRTH TO OLIVIA DAY, CASH!
Glad you found that, Aimee--I know most insurance companies cover cessation programs for exactly the reasons you cited: ultimately, it saves them money. Good luck!
I've never been able to get into Wil Wheaton's blog for some reason. There's nothing wrong with it, I've just never found it all that interesting.
I ordered my lunch online from F&B and they forgot my fries. Wah! (I called and they're sending them right over, but still. Want fries now!)
brains?
Well, I'd rather not put myself at risk for Creutzfeldt-Jakob, which is why I need to foodify before I zombify and get less discriminating about what I'll eat.
hivemind grammar/punctuation question. does the following need an apostrophe demonstrating possession? (keep in mind that i know it doesn't make a whole lot of sense out of context. not that it makes a whole lot in context!)
"Your bank accounts spring cleaning lemon fresh"
If the spring cleaning is the bank account's, then yes.
I'm gonna go eat garbage. Well, not *literal* garbage... I'll put Cheerios on the grocery list, although I'm not so sure about wanting an extra day at the moment.
My levels of rage are about to become absolutely shriftian. You do not get to call here, ask who called you, and then tell me you will "report" me when I ask you who you are on the off chance I may know who in the entire office called you and what they wanted. You do not get to show up without an appointment, demand to be seen, then when I tell you everyone is booked, tell me you'll wait. Seriously, where are these people from Rudesville, North Jackass Moronia?
Spork 'em, Daisy! Spork 'em in the ear!