And I don't get overtime because I am The Man management.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Spike's Bitches 39: Cuppa Tea, Cuppa Tea, Almost Got Shagged, Cuppa Tea...
[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.
scrappy is me. sucks too. ::wants OT ::
I knew we forgot something yesterday, we didn't take one picture with all them Buffistas. Duh. O well.
I thought of that this morning as P-C was leaving. Ahh well, he'll just have to come back soon.
There may be someone with a Teacup-versary who would like this: [link]
I'm being encouraged to go to the local gay bar at midnight.
and FSU almost won, got really close but a player, Geno Hayes, had a penalty that took away a touchdown so we lost. I think this time next year Dad's still going to be blaming Hayes for the loss.
Some overtime tonight, and I'm working tomorrow. It could either be dead as a doornail or utter chaos as a bunch of people realize they didn't to their required updates by the end of the year and are now desperate to get their systems back in compliance.
joy
Oh, cool haunting photos, Aimee!This.
And less cool haunting story of the bad boy with blue lips. Freaky.Eep! And this!
I'm being encouraged to go to the local gay bar at midnight.Go gay bar! Choose gay bar!
Aims, sorry your boss didn't let you out early, and sorry to everyone else who had to work today or who has to work tomorrow.
I'm also sorry that I was so crabby earlier. LAX is bad news in general, but especially on New Year's Eve with only four hours of sleep. I'm much happier right now. We're in Orlando in the airport hotel. We meet Jilli and Pete tomorrow morning, whee! In the meantime, we aren't doing a NYE thing. Plan to be asleep in the next hour if at all possible. Lame! Even more lame? I don't care in the least.
Happy New Year's, all! Cheers!
I'm glad youse guys are safe in Florida. And a little befuddled by your lack of celebratory gumption. I'm thinking of where might be open to get me a bottle of champagne on the way home. Or there is the gay bar. The suggestion came after I revealed that my midnight kiss would be bewteen me and my doggie. So not only are they encouraging me to go to a bar by myself, they want me to kiss some stranger. Clearly I haven't made up my mind yet.
laga, you could come down to long beach and join some theatre folk in celebrations. Dunno how wild it will be, but you are welcome to join.