Dude! Jesse got lighter busted!
Also? Please to not burn yourself down. Go buy more lighters.
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.
Dude! Jesse got lighter busted!
Also? Please to not burn yourself down. Go buy more lighters.
Or quit smoking.
He is pretty good at straightfaced delivery. But if what I quoted does not strike you as intentional satire, I would say that citing a fortune cookie, and photgraphing/photoshopping the fortune is pretty good evidence of how serious he is.
Or quit smoking.
Yeah, yeah. The other night, the strip club bouncer around the corner told me smoking was bad for my health. Seriously? That guy's going to tell me how to live my life?? At least you have a leg to stand on, Robin.
Dude! Jesse got lighter busted!
I had no pockets in my work outfit.
I am at home working on a presentation for work tomorrow and I've realized that I don't have Powerpoint installed on this computer anymore. Unhappy on so many levels.
And OMG, GG was watch from the hall awful. And I never watch from the hall.
Open Office has a power point clone. If you have broad band download open office. On my machine I find slightly slower than the real power point, but not intolerable. And you can save it as a pp and take it to your office with you.
I figured more lighters was a more effective short term solution for keeping Jesse alive.
OK, so I have this silly putty that was conference swag (GLAST, if anyone is curious who'd give out silly putty. Which, seriously, for this audience? Is almost perfect.) Mister Kitty just tried to EAT it. Um. No. This cat would be a garbage disposal if I let him. When I'm eating dinner, I chase him with the balance ball to keep him off the table. And oh, he knows it. The looks I get.
msbelle, check the password protected file for the password file. Um, not like I've ever done anything like that before. Newp.
I cannot get my wireless to talk to the TIVO. I am having to do set-up via phone line.
I figured out the password, but still, I know I started a document somewhere with them all written down.
oh, and Jesse should quit smoking (and sara too).
others too, but thems are the ones that are here now.
Ok, I just noticed the name of the posthole digger/drill tractor outside my apartment (they are putting in new lamps): Vermeer. This amuses me.
eta: phht. You know what happens when I'm told what to do. It's childish of me.