Buffy ,'Beneath You'
[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.
I'm 41, and I got carded at the liquor store last Saturday. For whatever that's worth.
There's a line on the BRQG, about JM. Something along the lines of:
It's better to admit to 39 and have people go "Wow, really?" than claim 25 and have people say, "Huh. That smack habit really adds the years, doesn't it?"
I like that philosophy.
I've never been carded in my life.
I feel as if I've missed out on something. What, exactly, I can't tell you. But something.
I've been carded once - they looked at me with my hair going white and said store policy was to card everyone. I'm 56 now. sigh.
In other WTF news, oh dear.
36. People are always surprised.
OH, Toddson. That made my day. Hee. Which I need to get started in a few minutes.
We have a meeting starting at 8:00 am - the monthly one that runs ALL DAY. argh
My liquor store cards everyone. As a matter of fact, they scan your driver's license with every purchase.
GC, GO TO BED, if you haven't yet. Sleep=good!
I just called out of work and school. I feel like such a schmuck. No sleep, increased depression, and this illness are combining to play havoc on my brain. I am totally beating myself up about it all. I'm trying to stop. Really. But, I feel terrible about work because the two principals are out dealing with their mothers' deaths, and they're usually who cover me. So, the teachers have to cover, and I hate doing that to them. And at school I was supposed to make-up an exam that I keep pushing off. I actually called the prof so he could hear me, because I really thought he might go off if I just sent him an e-mail.
In other WTF news, oh dear.
Applebee's? REALLY? I...
Yeah, I got nuthin'
vw, speaking as a teacher who sometimes has to cover for colleagues: when you're sick, you're sick.
If you were taking time off because you were hungover, or you couldn't be arsed going in - okay, then guilt would be fair enough.
But you're SICK, woman! Don't waste energy on feeling guilty - concentrate your energies on taking care of yourself, getting back your strength and health, and then you can get back into the game.
Life happens.
(Hell, one of my [Australian] colleagues is taking Thursday off work [with permission], because her [Danish] boyfriend has invited her along with him on a cruise with the [Australian] princess of Denmark. Whom he's doing some work thing for. And we're totally 'Go for it, girl!' because - invitation to hang with royalty!)
Dear Cow-irker:
Sending out a notice that a meeting will start at 8:00am when it actually starts at 9:30 is an error and we all make them. However, it's not cute. Don't giggle about it - I dragged myself in an hour earlier than usual to be able to prep for it, as did a number of other peopel. Apologize for the error, but don't pull the girlish giggles and "aren't I cute" act. There isn't enough coffee in the world.
no love,
me