I am powerless over my need to be a wiseass in Salon Letters.
(googles for Kundera quotation...)
If you meet a madman who says that he is a fish and that we are all fishes, do you take off your clothes to show him that you do not have fins?
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I am powerless over my need to be a wiseass in Salon Letters.
(googles for Kundera quotation...)
If you meet a madman who says that he is a fish and that we are all fishes, do you take off your clothes to show him that you do not have fins?
Sox, insent to profile addy. Have a question for you.
backflung Nicole! more to come too.
Well, I have to say, proper lifting procedures mean the world. I appear to have no lingering soreness. I was stiff and feeling weird last night, but that may well have been due to dehydration. Usually I drink 20oz of filtered water that I bring from home, then refill it out of their tap (adding a single packet of Crystal Lite and some potassium) plus whatever beverage at supper. Due to all the excitement, plus some outings that happened earlier in the shift, I got home with about a third of the original water still in the bottle.
I am very bad. Having grilled cheese and french fries for lunch.
Caitlin Flanagan is like Mo Dowd with a serious(though homemade) bug up her ass. Which is funny, cause I thought that about Maureen, too. Maybe we're lucky MD stayed single. But now that she's in Sparkle Fang Nation, I never have to take Flanagan seriously ever again, except to flick my hair like Cordy and snort "What's your childhood drama?"ETA:(Joel McHale) Cool Story, Salon Columnist!(/McHale) GC, yeah, "Part Time Indian" rocks, hard. Love it!
{{{Barb}}} I'm sorry your mother is playing passive-aggressive games with you.
I think I am going to need an alibi so that I can beat some manners into the teenagers upstairs.
You're in Florida.
Thanks, Barb. Apparently they cannot decide if they want to be upstairs or outside, and they cannot shut any door without slamming it enough to make the building shake.
Passive-aggressive makes me, uh, aggressive-aggressive. People are always shocked, too. Apparently, I look like the sort of gal that enjoys a nice round of head-games, followed by a good mind-screw. Looks are often deceiving.