I got a tacklehug! whee!
I'm not only incapable of spelling number with the pound symbol, I can't spell okay with only two letters.
'Out Of Gas'
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I got a tacklehug! whee!
I'm not only incapable of spelling number with the pound symbol, I can't spell okay with only two letters.
Oh, Toddson, got the book. Looks awesome! Haven't started yet.
{{Teppy}} That just plain sucks. And, heart~ma to your Dad.
Today was a bad day. I gave 5 detentions and 2 referrals to the dean. I don't know what the deal was but my kids just sucked today. By last period, I had a kid complain that he was bored and I just looked at him and said, "Well, that's just too bad, isn't it?" Not a shining moment, but I suppose it could have been worse. Keep in mind, he was bored while I was reading a short (like 3 page) story out loud to them. And, he was not in school all last week.
Fay, I really rather fancy you. A lot.KT, get in line. I think it forms behind me! :)
...God, what does it say about me that apostrophe abuse might be a dealbreaker? thinks...Probably that it's too long since I got laid.Amen.
Tho, if bad grammar and spelling keeps ya from hooking up, it might explain my long drought.
Susan, sounds like it went well. Yay. There was more, alas, had to steal time to read while at work. OK, off to drive home.
Fay, I really rather fancy you. A lot.
And in the words of Albert Schweitzer.... I fancy you.
I watched the Robot Chicken Star Wars Special the other day, which was hilarious and much funnier than the Family Guy one.
The best part was Chris calling them out about it on the Family Guy ep.
Everybody fancies Fay. It's been a rule since forever.
Grammar and spelling are total dealbreakers for me. Which is why I try to meet people in person. Too few of them meet my criteria on something like Craigslist. :)
In a bizarre coincidence, #5 has the same birthday.
P-C, watch out--I've dated three girls with the same birthday. And one a few days off that. It could be a sign!
It could be a sign!
My husband has the same birthday as the guy I seriously dated in college--and as my middle sister.
Everybody fancies Fay. It's been a rule since forever.
Go me!
jiggles pompoms.
Tho, if bad grammar and spelling keeps ya from hooking up, it might explain my long drought.
See, if dashing young persons of wit, integrity and hottitude sidled up to me and gave me a quick grammar and spelling test in the bar, I think I'd stand a decent chance of pulling most days.
So...in the world of me, I'm thinking another year in Thailand, probably, despite the lack of pulling opportunities. And then...well, I'm sort of wondering about sub-Saharan Africa, to my surprise. After talking to a colleague who lived there for 16 years. Botswana, apparently, is very much like the vivid depiction in The Number One Ladies' Detective Agency. I confess myself intrigued...
My father, a Scorpio has married three Scorpios. Not as cosmic coincidency as meara, but still...
Speaking of my father, he just called and offered to take K-Bug back east to checkout Northeastern and University of New England.