fingers crossed for interview.
Willow: Yes. Hi. You must be Angel's handsome, yet androgynous, son. Connor: It's Connor. Willow: And the sneer's genetic. Who knew?
'A Hole in the World'
Natter 59: Dominate Your Face!
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
msbelle - Jul 02, 2008 10:56:35 am PDT #6097 of 10003
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
Jesse - Jul 02, 2008 11:01:25 am PDT #6098 of 10003
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Good luck, shrift.
I don't know what the fuck I've been doing all day, but it certainly wasn't crossing things off my to-do list. I really hope we get out early tomorrow....
amych - Jul 02, 2008 11:01:32 am PDT #6099 of 10003
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
Interview-ma, shrift!
tommyrot - Jul 02, 2008 11:03:17 am PDT #6100 of 10003
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Oh my. Apparently my post office is a portal to hell: [link]
I hope this place burns down and all of its employees with it. Mean? You bet you ass! my purse was stolen and my mail key with it. I couldn't get another mail key for a week. The idiot box postal man took it upon themselves to return all of my mail to the original senders. Now I have to contact every one of my utility companies/ credit cards/ magazine subscriptions/ netflix subscriptions to let them know that I still do reside at my address.
I spoke with the manager LYNN JOHNSON. What a f*cking B*tch. God I'm so pissed. Avoid this office at all costs! I should burn it down myself.
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I'm convinced this is a direct portal to hell. I've had multiple packages go missing, one of which (a poster box) was repeatedly stepped on and destroyed. In addition, the woman behind the counter was considering not accepting my credit card since it said Andy and my drivers license said Andrew.
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I hate them. Truly. My mail service is spotty (magazines go missing, mail is OPENED, and Netflix...well, if you fall under the Uptown Post Office, don't bother with this service, unless you want DVD pieces). I try to avoid this place at all costs...only to pick up packages (that are NEVER there)
Chicago has (I think) the worst mail delivery of any big US city. Looks like I've got an especially bad post office.
amych - Jul 02, 2008 11:07:40 am PDT #6101 of 10003
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
I think he has 101 hors d'ouevres somewhere, too.
Found it! [link]
Seriously. All y'all are invited to my party. And not just because there's going to be totally ridic amounts of food to use up, either.
sarameg - Jul 02, 2008 11:11:54 am PDT #6102 of 10003
Most of my parents mail gets there a week late. One of the city politicians sent mail from City Hall to his home, around the corner.
It took 2 weeks.
There've been threats to turn the sorting operation over to a city 45 miles south.
tommyrot - Jul 02, 2008 11:13:28 am PDT #6103 of 10003
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Recently I got a postcard from my dentist in Evanston about an upcoming appointment. It took six weeks to get to me. (Evanston boarders Chicago.)
bon bon - Jul 02, 2008 11:19:26 am PDT #6104 of 10003
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
Jesse, did you see they have a whole article about Pat Kiernan and Today's Papers: [link] !!!1!!
Jesse - Jul 02, 2008 11:32:22 am PDT #6105 of 10003
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Pat showed it to me this morning! In the paper! But then I forgot to read it, so thanks. Although doesn't it read like all he does is the papers? Weird.
Fred Pete - Jul 02, 2008 11:33:54 am PDT #6106 of 10003
Ann, that's a ferret.
tommyrot, I've got a DC-area story that belongs with that one.
I once lived in the Vienna-Reston area. Someone sent me a letter from Springfield, another suburb maybe -- maybe -- 15 miles away. It didn't take six weeks to get to me. But it was postmarked in Oklahoma City.