I'm hoping our luck holds out tonight.
Oh yeah.
Jilli, I'm sure you know a million people who would order your undergarments for you, but I wouldn't mind doing it at all.
Don't worry, I'm not gonna start any sword fights. I'm over that phase.
Mal ,'War Stories'
Spike's Bitches 42: Which question do you want me to answer first?
[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.
Deena - Oct 29, 2008 9:41:33 am PDT #9578 of 10001
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
Vortex - Oct 29, 2008 9:52:42 am PDT #9579 of 10001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
Oooooh, that's a good point
I'd be happy to call if need be. I love talking to English people ;)
It's a 1 year contract job and the money would be less than ideal but it's at Haaavaaahhd and it's better than nothing, at this point.
He'll make all kinds of contacts there.
Nora Deirdre - Oct 29, 2008 10:06:35 am PDT #9580 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
He'll make all kinds of contacts there.
Yep, that is the big upside. Once you're in, it's much easier to move around. Benefits are good too.
Vortex - Oct 29, 2008 10:10:00 am PDT #9581 of 10001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
Exactly. A good computer guy/gal is worth their weight in gold at a university. If yours is really good, you try not to tell people or they'll try to poach.
Frankenbuddha - Oct 29, 2008 10:36:40 am PDT #9582 of 10001
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"
I know temping at Harvard got me through a bad year until I got a job with my current company. Plus, your employee ID can get you into Widener Library. No lending privilages, but man what an awesome library to just soak up the atmosphere of.
Glamcookie - Oct 29, 2008 10:41:29 am PDT #9583 of 10001
I know my own heart and understand my fellow man. But I am made unlike anyone I have ever met. I dare to say I am like no one in the whole world. - Anne Lister
Smooth~surgery~ma to The Boy and lavender~scented~calm~ma to Steph. You definitely deserve a damn break, lady.
Job~ma to Tom!
I've been ignoring the friend requests from Dad's pals, but they send them again and again. The only nice thing I can say about it is that two of them have said I look exactly like my Mom (one even said, "Hi, little Debbie!"), which is a complete compliment as my mom is smoking hot.
sj - Oct 29, 2008 10:46:21 am PDT #9584 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
The reason why I am not linking my livejournal to facebook is because I suddenly have a lot of family friended on facebook, including future in-laws. So, I am keeping things pretty general there. The interesting things is I have found some cousins I had lost contact with their and found out things that I am pretty sure the rest of my family does not know about.
Vortex - Oct 29, 2008 10:48:16 am PDT #9585 of 10001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
This is why I have two facebook accounts. One for friends, one for work/relatives.
sj - Oct 29, 2008 10:51:31 am PDT #9586 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
This is why I have two facebook accounts. One for friends, one for work/relatives.
Do you have two accounts both under your real name? I don't really feel the need to do this right now. My friends are here and livejournal as well. So anything I don't want my family to see can be said here or there.
SuziQ - Oct 29, 2008 10:58:52 am PDT #9587 of 10001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
Dear Headache
Please to be going away. And take the nausia with you. I have work to do and I can't go home early today. Plus I really do want to go to Karate tonight but at the moment the idea makes me feel even worse.
No Love,
Me