Shut it, pixie-face.

Okey dokey, woobie-face!

Tep, it really is getting to the point where it's just plan humorous. I mean...wow.

Tep, I wouldn't take abuse like that from someone paying me.

I've got a way that I work with clients, if they have been a problem in the past I don't turn them down for work, I just raise my fee. The real pains get quoted 4X to 5X my fee. This guy would be getting around 7X my fee.

Wow, dude. That reminds me of some crazy email exchanges I've had to deal with in the past. At that point, it doesn't warrant further interaction, so I'd block his email address and accept no further communication with him. You've done your part, and you are okay with your choices, so I'd just cut it all off like a too-long hemline.

Hey, Aims...pretend I called you at my break and asked how your day was, just like usual.

Ok. Pretend that I said it was fine and asked about yours.

Is actual moving actually on the horizon, Aims? This would be good new news I was previously unaware of.

For all definitions of horizon that include living on a round planet and no matter how many miles forward you travel, the horizon is still the same distance away.

Now that all this is done (the group stuff, I mean), I'm feeling a little bruised and empty, and The Boy is in Washington D.C. this weekend, so I don't even have his company. I just kind of want to lie on the couch and cry. I know it shouldn't bother me, but it does.

Jesus Bleeding Christ, Tep! What a fucko.

{{{Tep}}} I'm sorry this has hurt you. If you need a good cry, have a good cry. Very cathartic, IMVHO.

That dude sounds like one of those people who just *has* to be right about everything, whether it's his specialty or not. Damn, Steph, he doesn't need a cluesticking or even a clue-by-four, he needs a clew. Tied to an anchor sheet, tied to the keel and get his hide scraped by barnacles. Asshat.

Teppy, I am hoping the craxy ass bastard doesn't have your home address??!

Edited because caxy doesn't equal craxy.

Has he had a proper Empress smiting yet?