And this is different from any other day...how?
...Shut up, Frank.
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And this is different from any other day...how?
...Shut up, Frank.
Grrrrr...school's library website is down. And the book I could check I loaned to disappearing group member, which, actually is why I need the information. Gonna kill that kid.
Hate. I am full of hatred.
Boy we make a helluva cheerful couple!
we make a hella cheerful board.
my boss has discovered gmail chat.
I need more coffee.
Question of the day:
How to fit 15 cars into 8 parking spaces?
How to fit 15 cars into 8 parking spaces?
Demolition derby!
How to fit 15 cars into 8 parking spaces?
let shrift do it.
hey d- I sent you something new a day or so ago. Is gmail hatin' again?
If it were me, I'd just go the "That's really too big a project for me to take on right now" route. Lies are the lubricant that makes civilization possible.
But see, this has the bonus benefit of probably being true! Not an actual lie.
If the not talking about your reservations seems like a lie Fay than I think those two things can be dealt with separately. The project is one thing...full stop no. The wanting your friend to be safe and happy is altogether different.
It seems that the core issue here is not wanting your friend to allow herself to be taken advantage of. You have EVERY right/responsibility to make that statement, and then let it go. If she hears, great...if not...at least you will know you did your best.
It's true that people often need to realize their delusions themselves...it's also true that most everything anyone believes that isn't seen can be categorized as superstition by someone who doesn't share the belief. And sometimes? Failure is the healing. God knows I've pelted down a few dead end alleys and crashed and burned into a greater awareness that I was eventually glad to have.
No matter what the process, I'd wish that kind of realization for your friend.
I was gonna say compactor, but I think connie's idea is more fun.
I was gonna say compactor, but I think connie's idea is more fun.
What if we circulate a chain email that spins some story of professional car-park valets, submit it to Mythbusters, and turn Jamie and Adam loose on it? They'll get the job done if they have to blow all the cars to smithereens to do it.