Damn, Cash. I wish I could've helped.
I just got home from a meeting that started at 6:30.
'Just Rewards (2)'
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.
Damn, Cash. I wish I could've helped.
I just got home from a meeting that started at 6:30.
aurelia, your day sounds like it was less than a barrel of monkeys, too.
This is my second pair. I had my old ones for about 8 years.
Monkeys would've made that meeting complete. I did get to sleep in today so I can't complain too much.
Damn, I flaked on cereal with Kat.
Kat! Tomorrow?? I could leave the house.
Oy. Soriano goes down on three pitches, the last one a check swing strike. You can't be more ineffectual than that.
Cubs are swept. One hundred years and counting.
Now I'm rooting for a Red Sox v. Dodgers series. Can you imagine Manny versus Papelbon with the game on the line? How about Nomar vs. Dice-K? Derek Lowe vs. Youk? Lotta angles. Not to mention Torre versus Francona.
Also, the Cubs are now in a 9-game postseason losing streak.
Dear God. It's another morning, after a week of blessed holiday, and I already accidentally plugged (in?) the toaster instead of the toaster oven (to warm my muffin in order to not drift to existential existent morning).
OK, so I'm a fucking drama queen. A girl should have her fun.
Gronk, I believe.
Edit: I burned the damn muffin. Now installing Chrome.
Cubs are swept.
Huh. This is the scenario they should've had the bar cutoff for.
Dear relatively new friends of mine,
You cannot call me "cutie". Or "babe". Nor "baby". Or "sweetie".
These reserve to people who knows me for a long time, I'm confidante of their personality, link and affection to me and vise versa, and ran out of names to me (for my name isn't very nicknamey in Hebrew).
Also, it's morning. I need a hard dose of sarcasm, not fake sugar.
Love,
She who doesn't want to stick sharp objects in her eyes.
I need more coffee.