What is in people's "Shit I didn't say" file?
Were you raised in a barn? By wolves? By some strange religous cult with a morbid fear of phones so that you never learned it is. not. ok. to call up a business and say, "Yeah, sombody called me?"
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What is in people's "Shit I didn't say" file?
Were you raised in a barn? By wolves? By some strange religous cult with a morbid fear of phones so that you never learned it is. not. ok. to call up a business and say, "Yeah, sombody called me?"
Even if it's a guy doing it to guy, like in those movies when they're trying to intimdate each other?
I'm going to guess no.
I am so clueless about the unspoken language of the terminally hip.
Really, it was more the imagined unspoken language of the terminally dork.
Somebody needs to tell the rude little pissypantsers that I am tired and this week has gone on approximately a million years too long, and that they'd best stop getting in my face or I'll be forced to choke a bitch.
I have some time on my hands right now. Send me phone numbers, names and any specific complaints and I'd be glad to do it!
I want my ARCs. sob
Oh oh oh! Allyson, mine turned up in the mail last night! I am looking forward to reading it on the bus tonight.
Shit I Didn't Say: "It's just software. No one cares about how we formatted that block of text. NO ONE."
What is in people's "Shit I didn't say" file?
File? Oh honey, I've had to rent climate controlled, off-site archive space.
I guess today was a good day, because I don't recall having to bite my tongue and avoid saying anything to anyone. Well, I didn't tell a co-worker's son to wash his hands after using the restroom, but it's really not my place to police that sort of behavior in other people's kids. And it's not as if he were about to turn my lunch into a urineburger with cheese.
"Why are you even breathing? Go away and stop bothering me before I have to put an end to that."
it's not as if he were about to turn my lunch into a urineburger with cheese.
OK, yeah, I'm not having a cheeseburger tonight.
File? Oh honey, I've had to rent climate controlled, off-site archive space.
Screw the climate-control. Let 'em burn.
Also Narrator!Niece a/k/a Princess of the World, is 8 years old today. Party is tomorrow. We are expecting pink.
So, I ran into msbelle on the street earlier, and in an echo of our earlier conversation about How People Act, I started to get riled up when she stepped directly in my path. "WTF, lady, there's a whole sidew-- Oh, HI!!"