Oh, ye of little faith. "Qualified", she says. Like that has anything to do with anything in this administration.
Huh, when did I lose my hardened, cynical shell for this optimistic, sunny outlook?
Must go looking for my missing cynicism.
Here, Cyni, Cyni, Cyni...
Three electricians just showed up. Their names are Mike, Mike and Mike.
Bobbi, shoes my size! insent!
Shoes coming your way, Lisa. Enjoy!
Three electricians just showed up. Their names are Mike, Mike and Mike.
The sons of George Foreman's little known brother Mike Foreman.
I might have been a jerk on the bus this morning, what with a whole slew of seats being taken up by bags and nobody moving them so I could sit down until I got a little testy. And they were all, "You just had to ask!" So I felt a little guilty, but not that much, because I never make anyone else ask me to move my shit so they can sit down.
I'm a little post-convention cranky.
Wait, wait, don't we not have thumb muscles? Or any other finger muscles? I think they're all tendons actually in our hands, controlled by the muscles in our forearms. Right? Am I bullshitting? 'Cause I've been telling my students this for a while.
Mind you, I never read the thumbs article, 'cause freaky.
I wasn't cranky until I read about the article that IMO was presented as Latest News and rude bus passengers. Annoying cranky making humans.
Maybe watching Stephen Baldwin get mauled by a bull will make everyone's transportation woes seem less annoying?
Annoying cranky making humans.
I was at a convention all weekend, so I'm people-frazzled and in dire need of nappy-times in a dark room. I'd like not to communicate with another human for about a week to recover, but unfortunately I have to, like, work and stuff.