I was in work at seven this morning. All of the wrong, it is belong to me.
Anya: We should drop a piano on her. It always works for that creepy cartoon rabbit when he's running from that nice man with the speech impediment. Giles: Yes, or perhaps we could paint a convincing fake tunnel on the side of a mountain.
'Touched'
Spike's Bitches 38: Well, This Is Just...Neat.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Jars - Dec 03, 2007 12:05:37 am PST #6854 of 10002
Fay - Dec 03, 2007 3:51:29 am PST #6855 of 10002
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.
Ah. Well, yes, you're probably right. Although I'm usually at work between 7.30am and 8am (7.40 this morning), and have just got home at 8.30pm. So I think some of the wrong is mine. Not that I want to share it, mind.
God, my feet are killing me. And tomorrow morning? We take the kids on a sponsored walk (not that most of them have grasped what this actually entails; I'll be staggered if more than 3 of my 20 have got any sponsors) around Lumpini Park in the baking sun.
We are supposed to wear yellow 'We Love The King' shirts. I have bought one. I have put it on. I have screamed in horror and removed it.
They do not pay me enough to wear a yellow polo shirt. No. Fucking. Way. Just - no.
So I'm wearing my Mediaval Von Trapp frock, with a yellow scarf. Even though I wore that today. I don't care.
I have not yet decided whether I will wear the yellow baseball cap provided "as a personal gift" by the woman who's head of the Parent Teacher Group for each member of staff.
It is yellow. And a baseball cap.
I do not do either yellow or baseball caps.
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Her son's name? James Bond. I mean, their family name isn't Bond, it's something Thai. He's James Bond SomethingThai.
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They do not pay me enough to wear a yellow baseball cap provided by people who choose to call their child James Bond, imho.
...I'm pretty much expecting that tomorrow afternoon will involve the children falling asleep on the carpet, exhausted (and perhaps dehydrated?) after trudging around the park in the heat of the morning. They've all been told to bring water, but I'll anticipating that a fair few will forget.
...God. Seriously, knackered. And tomorrow evening we have our Staff Christmas Do. We're all going to be crashed out. Thank God Wednesday's a holiday. (King's 80th Birthday)
Emily - Dec 03, 2007 4:06:56 am PST #6856 of 10002
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola
Mornings and Mondays. Conjoined joy. Thank goodness my first class doesn't need much attention from me aside from "close Internet Explorer and go back to your drawing, please."
On the upside, I got up on time today! On the downside, it was because the wind was so loud I was afraid it was going to pick up the house and whisk it away. My cat was scared. The frogurt is also cursed.
Cashmere - Dec 03, 2007 4:15:57 am PST #6857 of 10002
Now tagless for your comfort.
Fay, James Bond? And yellow baseball cap? *shudder*
SuziQ - Dec 03, 2007 4:29:27 am PST #6858 of 10002
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
Oh, Fay. No. Ouch.
This post has no other real content other than to announce I am working to switch over to gmail. I have changed my profile addy. I'm not dumping my old e-mail address - at least not for a while - but want to move as much to gmail as possible.
That is all.
Thank you.
Try the fish.
brenda m - Dec 03, 2007 4:31:41 am PST #6859 of 10002
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
Could be worse. My friend (Liberty) has a brother named Richard Nixon Lastname.
vw bug - Dec 03, 2007 4:33:19 am PST #6860 of 10002
Mostly lurking...
So, I'm very situationally depressed today. And it's icky outside. And I'm seriously considering canceling my tutoring appointments and just staying at home in my jammies all day, because, really? I don't feel like bursting into tears in front of my tutoring students.
Cashmere - Dec 03, 2007 4:35:13 am PST #6861 of 10002
Now tagless for your comfort.
vw, any chance you'll feel better by getting out? I know I've had similar situations where I feel like crap inside but once I get out and put on a face for The Humans, I actually do get better.
vw bug - Dec 03, 2007 4:38:50 am PST #6862 of 10002
Mostly lurking...
Yeah, I'm considering it. I'm just not sure it's gonna work.
The thing that is kind of sucky is that the only person that has all of the context of this situation is my therapist, and she's out of town until Friday. I mean, I could call or page the covering therapist, but it would take so long to explain the backstory, that it just doesn't feel worth it.
And quite frankly, I just don't really feel like talking about it with anyone. And, in my experience, it doesn't get better until I do that, when it's as situational as this is. So, there's a big part of me that feels like today is about distress tolerance, not opposite to emotion action (sorry...therapy terms).
Cashmere - Dec 03, 2007 4:48:36 am PST #6863 of 10002
Now tagless for your comfort.
So the distress tolerance is just hunkering down until you can talk to your therapist, right? {{{vw}}} You've been doing so well lately. You'll make it through the day.
Our Christmas tree in the new bay window.
I stupidly bought the kids these plastic snow globes that play obnoxious, tinny Christmas carols and I'm now praying the batteries run down quickly.