The asshat bosses are the ones who should be ashamed. And I know you can't help what you feel. But please don't feed it; make sure the part of yourself that is under your control knows you have everything to be proud of and they are being unfair asshats.
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.
We were going to go into SF- but didn't partly due to weather , partly due to shit DH is dealing with at work.almost glad to here the fog was that bad. though fireworks in fog -- priceless.We went to a neighbor's house instead, for food and maybe - just maybe too much wine.
Guess how many times I used the backspace.
no, I can't really tell you
I just watched the first episode of Little Mosque on the Prairie. Fun show.
I can't get to sleep. Too many distractions. I think I need to get one of those room-divider screens so that I can't see my computer or TV from my bed.
Ow. My knee is being weird. I can't find any way to lie down that doesn't pull some tendon in the wrong way.
Late night TV, however, is being very helpful. Just watched the last two episodes of A Different World. They started singing "End of the Road" as a goodbye song, and I started giggling, but then I remembered that it was 1993, and they meant it seriously.
I don't mean to keep talking about it, but I just feel so crappy and blindsided and loserish and ashamed and angry.
I SO get this. Really. I think that's perfectly normal and acceptable and any person in their right mind would probably react that way. So, know that. Hang in there, you.
I'm going to kill a certain little dog (not mine). He decided that 5:10 a.m. was a perfectly acceptable time to wake us all up. CBD and Molly are still upstairs sleeping, but Toto, Simon, and I are downstairs. And I'm guessing that there's not going to be anyone to talk to for a while, since it's the Saturday of a holiday weekend. Maybe I'll have to get work done. What a concept!
I was awake then, but I was still trying to pretend I could get back to sleep.
Well, I couldn't. I had a dog jumping on me, and I was trying to be a good girlfriend and not wake up the boy. He went to bed late.
Completely unrelated, I'm working on a transcript, and this guy is SO chatty. Good grief. Just answer the question and be done with it!
I am not awake, and yet I am getting ready to go to work. Bleh.
Ahoy! Dumb question ahead...
So, can one make a "baked" potato on a grill?