Don't feel bad. People need to be grownups.
Get up...get up, you stupid piece of... What did you do that for? What's wrong with you? Didn't you hear a word he said? All of you! You think there's someone just going to drop money on you?! Money they could use?! Well, there ain't people like that. There's just people like me.
Jayne ,'Jaynestown'
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.
Vortex - Mar 14, 2008 7:01:40 am PDT #9880 of 10001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
Sparky1 - Mar 14, 2008 7:04:34 am PDT #9881 of 10001
Librarian Warlord
Part of being a grown up is knowing when to politely ignore someone and when to rudely snub someone. At your party, DJ, she should know how to politely ignore, not passive-aggressively try to get you to beg her to attend and assure her that she won't ruin it because, obviously, she could.
Nora Deirdre - Mar 14, 2008 7:04:42 am PDT #9882 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
Daisy Jane - Mar 14, 2008 7:36:41 am PDT #9883 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
I does feel a little high school. If I know someone who stresses me out is going to be somewhere I'm going, I just...don't go. Or, if it's irritation, go and avoid.
Ah, I know why it bothers me! It feels like a passive agressive ultimatum. "If she goes, I won't go. Choose."
Bah. Anyway, slow day at work. Which is good because my brain isn't all here.
juliana - Mar 14, 2008 7:50:10 am PDT #9884 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
I was catching up on my reading of eWeek, and lo and behold who should show up but our own Jilli.
zooms to the office copy of eWeek.
Awesome!
I so need another job, I don't even know how to tell you all. My boss needs someone to ride herd on her, and I am so not the person to do it.
-t - Mar 14, 2008 7:53:58 am PDT #9885 of 10001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
That's great, Emily!
Daisy! Thank you for linking to GoJane way back when. I bought a bunch of bright-colored flats from them for spring and they are making me very happy. Sorry there is Drama.
Daisy Jane - Mar 14, 2008 8:01:39 am PDT #9886 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Eh. It's already forgotten, for there is a sweet doggie here today who keeps coming over to say hi. And party tomorrow! Yay!
ETA: Yay new shoes! I will say, don't order sweaters from there. I have a grey one that almost immediately pilled. OTOH, I got a pair of stretch cropped jeans that have been awesome and a purple cropped sweater (so cute over another shirt) that is awesome.
-t - Mar 14, 2008 8:22:01 am PDT #9887 of 10001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Sweaters may pill, check. It's so nice to have such an affordable option for things that are really cute but I in no way need.
Aims - Mar 14, 2008 8:22:14 am PDT #9888 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Re my job again today: @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ times infinity.
SailAweigh - Mar 14, 2008 8:22:53 am PDT #9889 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Vaguely related to Aimee's Em and Susan's AB and therefore topical (as if anything isn't topical, but it made me giggle to see it juxtiposed)
Hey, man, where are my pants? I have my hippo dignity!
popped up in the corner while I was reading about her refusal to wear pants.
Loving the stories of homecooked foods. Now, who wants to come over here and cook for me? For I am meara or she is me. I like to cook, yet I so very rarely do.
In meme news, I tried to call the military finance center in Cleveland to get a copy of my W2, only to get a message saying the wait time was 23 minutes. Fuck that. I'm considering sending in a copy of last years W2 and telling the tax folk, hey, it never changes, it's the same amount every year and since those incompetent jerks have done this to me three times now, you go scream at them for not sending me a W2. I got better things to do.
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