So if you're not supposed to be fired for indulging your sex obsession at work by gratifying yourself online, what shouls your employers do?
I think it's way cool when plane crash survivors are found.
Jamaicans seem to get a finger in every pie, even the nasty ones.
And with that, I should get breakfast.
Ha ha, I love it when people call me and ask for answers as if I have any authority to make decisions here whatsoever.
So if you're not supposed to be fired for indulging your sex obsession at work by gratifying yourself online, what shouls your employers do?
Set up a 976 hotline and change his job description to "customer service"?
Am I bored enough to read an e-mail from an ex? Or respond to a request from an old friend to join Facebook?
I think I'll just, uh, refresh livejournal instead.
I love those alert eyes.
In a move of staggering (yet probably predictable) idiocy I have forgotten my migraine abortives at home.
But ita, then people will be able to
find me.
They look so much more like big babies in those cribs (as opposed to tiny preemies). I know they are still small, but I can't get over how *baby!* they look now.
then people will be able to find me.
Sometimes that's good! I swear, I'm in an extended discussion with a guy I knew from Montreal with whom I swear I never got along, yet look at the difference a decade or so can make.