Shit i didn't say last night:
"I don't understand why you don't want to sleep with me."
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.
Shit i didn't say last night:
"I don't understand why you don't want to sleep with me."
NO LIME
Work is making my head hurt.
I'll bet the puppy belly didn't help matters.
Shit I didn't say: "This is something YOU have to figure out. It is YOUR job. I CANNOT HELP."
Thanks, Erin. That'll give him somewhere to start.
Shit I didn't say: "Is it just me? I mean, do *I* bring out the ASSCLOWN in you, or do other people cause it, too?"
Shit I didn't type in my last five sent e-mails: "Jesus tapdancing Christ, stop asking me questions I don't know the answer to. I'm not supposed to know this. This is the help desk, not a 'legal expertise for free' booth."
You know. People are being unusually pissy and rude today. Is there something in the air? Jesus. I am actually so livid at someone right now I don't know how to respond to her in a professional manner.
I think of you as big as in your personality just fills the room you're in. You may have the ability to turn that off, but I think your default is sparkling, contagious personality.
you have made my day. I am not the shy wallflower I used to be, but I don't think of myself as some who takes up space in a place( personality-wise), but more of someone that fills in the cracks.
shit I didn't say last night : ( well actually I did , but not until the door was locked) GO THE FUCK HOME! I only told you three times that I couldn't really help you because we were closed
I'm not sure what the last thing that was memorable to eat, however this Sunday I anticipate being one of those nights here [link] but Sunday is a special wine tasting dinner....local wines - one with each course and local food. Annie, the chef, wants to do a wine country restaurant here. She is that good. The regular menu is amazing - but whenever she does a special meal - well, lets just say I hum a lot while eating and I pay almost no attention to Matt.
blowing smoke in someone's face was supposed to be the universal sign for "let's do it."
Even if it's a guy doing it to guy, like in those movies when they're trying to intimdate each other? I am so clueless about the unspoken language of the terminally hip.
Shit I didn't type to clients: "Listen you cheap twit, I know you pay the tech-for-hire by the hour, but you really shouldn't have let him go before you knew your system worked. 'Cause you're going to have to call him back, now."