"He likes me! He really likes me! Wait...what must be wrong with him?"
I've been with the fella for going on three years now and I still get that. But I'm willing to let him make his own mistakes on this one.
You're talking to Serenity. And, Early... Serenity is very unhappy.
River ,'Objects In Space'
Spike's Bitches 41: Thrown together to stand against the forces of darkness
[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 - Jun 11, 2008 2:03:56 am PDT #2975 of 10001
Anne W. - Jun 11, 2008 2:10:10 am PDT #2976 of 10001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
vw, I meant to say earlier, woohoo! on your date. That's awesome. I can only hope some of that good fortune rubs off over here.
Did you figure out your label problem?
I wound up writing with Sharpie directly on the lids. It seems to work.
vw bug - Jun 11, 2008 2:17:20 am PDT #2977 of 10001
Mostly lurking...
I wound up writing with Sharpie directly on the lids. It seems to work.
Oh, yeah. That's a good, simple plan! The other thing I thought of, but didn't go back and say, was sharpie on a piece of wide masking tape. That's what we do for the frozen dinners we make.
Ginger - Jun 11, 2008 3:41:37 am PDT #2978 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
In a romance novel, this would be the point at which the three of us became good friends with the wallflower, made her over into the toast of the Ton, the Rake truly fell for her (after really only planning to set her up with his cousin), and we maybe got sequels of our own.
In a mystery novel, this would be the point at which one of you hit the Rake on the head with rock and the four of you bond for life after you hide the body and put together evidence that he defected to the enemy. The wallflower proves to be unexpectedly handy at forgery.
hippocampus - Jun 11, 2008 3:52:21 am PDT #2979 of 10001
not your mom's socks.
::loves Ginger::
WindSparrow - Jun 11, 2008 4:03:10 am PDT #2980 of 10001
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
In a mystery novel, this would be the point at which one of you hit the Rake on the head with rock and the four of you bond for life after you hide the body and put together evidence that he defected to the enemy. The wallflower proves to be unexpectedly handy at forgery.
I like Ginger's scene better. There are much nicer scenes from Regency romances to relive, IMO.
Miracleman - Jun 11, 2008 4:10:43 am PDT #2981 of 10001
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020
*sigh*
Hi. I'm the newly hired guy at [Company].
My title is "Benefits Assistant", which implies, strongly, that I will be working in the Benefits department.
Mainly, I answer phones and deal with Human Resources issues.
For the past few days and today I have been dealing with various reconciliations, which is the purview of the Accounting Department.
...
Hi. I'm the newly hired guy at [Company]
My title should be Schizophrenic Assistant.
hippocampus - Jun 11, 2008 4:13:03 am PDT #2982 of 10001
not your mom's socks.
My title should be Schizophrenic Assistant.
or, Mr. Multi-talented and therefore Valuable
Miracleman - Jun 11, 2008 4:14:58 am PDT #2983 of 10001
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020
Mr. Multi-talented and therefore Valuable
I keep trying to tell myself that. "I am an Indispensable Jack-of-All-Trades, which is why they hired me."
But right now I'm just kind of "Annoyed at doing stupid crap for other departments."
hippocampus - Jun 11, 2008 4:27:49 am PDT #2984 of 10001
not your mom's socks.
But right now I'm just kind of "Annoyed at doing stupid crap for other departments."
yeah. they should offer an MBA in that.