Oh, great picture. He's working that "Yo, bring it on world, I'm SITTING here" look.
Good luck with the contractors, Cashmere. I can't imagine trying to deal with all that long distance.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Oh, great picture. He's working that "Yo, bring it on world, I'm SITTING here" look.
Good luck with the contractors, Cashmere. I can't imagine trying to deal with all that long distance.
Go Dyl with the verticality!
Happy cubed, Hil!
Oh my GOD, why do I have to work? This seems unfair. Bad universe. No biscuit!
So I called my parents this weekend to wish them a happy anniversary, and got my dad on the phone. We chatted about my interview with Playboy. There's a conversation I never want to have again. I'd rank it under every phone call that's ended with me rushing to the hospital, that one time a friend of mine revealed that he had Dissociative Identity Disorder and then attempted to kill us both and I didn't know who to yell at to STOP THE FUCKING CAR OH MY GOD, that one time a friend communicated that he had you've-got-to-be-shitting-me actual clinical Delusions of Grandeur and then tried to make out with me, and somewhere above that one time where our local skeevy quack of a doctor misdiagnosed my seasonal allergies as "the kissing disease".
There's a conversation I never want to have again.
Did you tell him about the pictures of naked women on the conference room walls? Did you tell him they gave you free porn?
that one time a friend communicated that he had you've-got-to-be-shitting-me actual clinical Delusions of Grandeur and then tried to make out with me
Okay, am I wrong to think this might provide a bit of an ego boost? I mean, if he thinks he's so great he must think I'm pretty awesome if he wants to kiss me.
It's only 10:30. What the fuck?
Cry me a river, East Coaster.
Am at work. Not sure why, beyond the paycheck. Still feel like ass.
Okay, am I wrong to think this might provide a bit of an ego boost? I mean, if he thinks he's so great he must think I'm pretty awesome if he wants to kiss me.
No offense to my crazy friend, and feel free to call me shallow, but he had a face only a mother could love, dude. Not what I would call an ego boost, even if a member of the X-Men wanted to suck my face.
I don't suppose anyone here is an expert in workers' comp?
Edit: For a thing I'm writing, not personal necessity. In case anyone was worried that I injured myself sitting at my desk.