Meanwhile, I hate people. Not you people. Those people. You know who I mean.
What the hell is Tino up to, today?
William ,'Conversations with Dead People'
[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.
Meanwhile, I hate people. Not you people. Those people. You know who I mean.
What the hell is Tino up to, today?
I am trying to remember to breath. Also trying to not stress out too much. I really hate job search stuff.
So is anyone else hearing the voice of Brandon De Wilde yelling "Shane, Shane?"
We've been doing a lot of, "I just love Shane!"
Yeah, from about 10-2:30 And this place turns to quite the sweatbox without the ceiling fans.
Well, it was like having bits of me "asleep" - but at the pins and needles stage. (My doctor sent me for a CT scan and they didn't find anything.)
Sumi, that sounds very similar to what I have happen every now and again (once or twice a year), often accompanied by an odd woozyish sensation. I hope they can find out what's causing yours (they never did with mine).
I brought my pumpkin pie experiment into the office. Everyone seemed to like it. I think I've got this recipe almost right now. Just need to fix the pumpkin/liquid ratio a bit -- needs more pumpkin.
I hope it proves to be nothing, sumi.
erika, that sounds like a day chock full o'suck.
Sucktastic.
Well, I stopped off at Walgreen's on my way home from work, nabbed a frozen meal, a cookie and completely forgot to even look for aspirin.
Sigh.
Will go back tomorrow. (In the meantime, I suppose I can just take more of the aspirin I have, right?)
Great diary, erika. Shit-tastic day, but great, smart, angry diary. And, damn, you're all articulate about stuff that makes me so depressed I can't even string words together. I tried to reply on your diary page and just kept sitting there staring at the comment box going, "...bzuh. Fuckwankers. Bzuh."