Shit I didn't say:
I drafted the goddamned letter for you, you gigantic tool, because I knew it would take a week for you to do it. You have emailed it back to me saying "please use this". You do NOT actually expect me to print the shit out and TAKE IT TO YOU IN A DIFFERENT BUILDING when all YOU have to do is hit print? And this question is rhetorical because you DO expect that, you ginormous, elephantine, ricockulous POMPOUS ASS.
BTW, this kind of shit is why you are getting exactly two weeks' notice from me when I get a new job. I don't care if I know months in advance. I will give you exactly as much consideration as you give me.
Or you could develop a family emergency that demands you leave RIGHT NOW.
I do not plan to ever live in sin, but, well, that didn't work out so well before, so don't count on it.
ETA: Although, I have signed a pledge to not engage in sex outside of marriage in order to teach Sunday School at my church. I won't break that, so either I'll stop teaching Sunday School, or I'll wait.
ETAA: Boy, it's easy to make a pledge like that when you're not seeing anyone. Now that dating is actually likely in the near future, I'm not sure I like that plan.
Actually, I'm all for living in "sin". Makes it a hell of a lot easier to leave when it all goes to hell. Not that I'm bitter or anything.
I read that as a man, some cake, and some gin, which would also be okay.
I'll call the local shelters. I'm pretty much in love with him already but ... I don't want his tail anywhere near me because I'm a total wuss like that.
Just promise me when the vet starts to take him from the room you'll yell
OFF with his tail!
like the Red Queen or something. I'd hate to miss an opportunity like that.
Makes it a hell of a lot easier to leave when it all goes to hell.
Yyyyeah. Or even degrades gracefully. If there were a sort of sub-marriage, like, "I take thee to live with for a few years, but I don't really think it'll last forever, let's just see how it goes," I might save it for marriage. But I had a great time living with a guy whom I'm quite glad I didn't marry.
Edited: whom.
I want Keith Olbermann and some chocolate frosting. What?
This may not be new, but I just had to jump ahead to show Googoth [link] to Jilli. Unfortunately, the actual search seems a bit clunky.
Oh! Emily! There are no comics in the package I sent you, because apparenlty they're skipping this month. I meant to tell you that in the message last night, but I was kind of out of it.
No problem, vw.
I need to write an essay about why I want to work with high-needs children. And the thing is, I do, but I don't know how to say why without sounding either self-aggrandizing or idealistic in a way that implies that I don't know the reality of the situation.
Sorry to angst out every tiny detail of the job-hunting process here. I just don't really have anything else going on in my life. Oh god, how depressing is that?
Must hunt for my good-hair photos. I wonder where the hell I put them last time?
