I sometimes mutter "jackass" or other insulting cursewords under my breath, and only rarely am I referring to another person. Especially another person nearby.
But immediately after you've spoken to someone, as they're walking away?
Not that I'm terribly upset if the neighbor that I find both annoying and questionably stable isn't fond of me. I mean, the word "wack-job" does run through my head after every brush with him, I just don't say it out loud.
But immediately after you've spoken to someone, as they're walking away?
Yeah, that I try to keep on the inside.
Second semi is what I meant.
Second semi is what I meant.
I haven't got to Federer yet! I'm still biting my fingernails over Djokovic and Ferrer and their
neverending dueling deuces
in the second set.
I just finished the second set of the first semi, and I'm going to take a break and go visit Kat's Grace. This migraine-free period mightn't last long, so I should do something for someone else with it.
Irritatingly, the 4 wifebeaters I bought from Ross are only 3. I don't have the receipt, but I might go back anyway. That third one is of dubious value, since I wear the white ones two at a time.
Ugh. Computer problems forced an emergency best buy trip-- 200 dollars later, I have a dead HD and, of course, no backup. Unfortunately, before the trip, I sprained my toe. I'm stuck RICEing posting on my blackberry with no food in the house. At least I picked up some 30 Rock DVDs to console myself.
As a reward for D flipping himself over (back to front) for the first time ever today, we took him for a walk across the Brooklyn Bridge.
[eta: Oh, and before our walk we went to Bubby's (the Brooklyn branch) for brunch. NYCistas will recognize this as the restaurant where Teppy mocked us for our seasonal candy.]
Finished the first semi. Now I'm moving on to Federer and Davydenko.
ETA: Duuuuuuude.