And Vortex could have a seminar on How to Write a Letter of Complaint!
so this.
and you Sparky, what will you be teaching?
Mal ,'Out Of Gas'
[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.
And Vortex could have a seminar on How to Write a Letter of Complaint!
so this.
and you Sparky, what will you be teaching?
and you Sparky, what will you be teaching?
Advanced Creative Evil
Hello, dears. I am SO IN on BA. I will teach bellydancing, and possible a foreign language or two, or maybe basic construction/deconstruction skillz. amyth can come manage the recycling program. katep can be one of the librarians, for surely we will have a number of them.
I've been an actual guidance counselor and promise to model my performance on Allyson Janney in 10 Things I Hate About You.
Miss Perky! "Next time, keep it in your pouch." Zoiks, I love that movie. And I totally didn't realize until someone mentioned it to me that David Krumholtz played Michael.
Aimee, great suffering sphincters. What the crap.
Continued hugs to Sean and Drew.
OMG, I'm falling asleep at my desk. This is NOT COOL.
New guy is sitting in the cube next to mine, there is a half wall between us. Way to make a good first impression, Suz.
WTF, Daniel? Mail the fuckers a penny taped to the envelope.
They claim they will write it off...
I'm hoping someone posts in the responses and points it out to them
I had written a polite note to the contact us link. They got on it quick. Her response:
Thank you! Always feel free to write and point out our errors. No wonder I couldn't find the dang book on Amazon. Late night blogging is a bad idea.
Happy Birthday, vw!
I want a special Day Shotgun so I can shoot Friday in the fucking face.
I am really upset by this "not going back to school" thing. I mean...I know it's my fault (Gummint won't give me money because I'm, uh...in default on my old student loan from 4,000 years ago), but still...I kinda hoped the Universe would give me a little credit for trying to get my shit together.
I guess not.
I give up.
On the other hand, I have half next week's KBs written, drawn, uploaded and scheduled. So, yay.
Go friggin' me.
Wacky dream last night: I was Sam on Reaper (and Ray Wise was the devil) and the demon I was hunting was played by the guy who played the gay Other on Lost. He was making albums disappear from history, and I watched in horror as Gang of Four's Solid Gold was erased from existence, and only I could remember it. Just really, really strange.
The entire student loan thing is corrupt. I didn't get my tax rebate because we always file joint and Hubby's ex-wife put her student loan in his name before the divorce etc. etc. I received a letter from whatever pseudo-government agency takes care of seizing tax stuff for student loans, and when I tried to call the phone number that was listed as "the only way you can contact us to resolve this matter", that phone number was disconnected.