java, wait till after work hours and after said bitch has left the premises.
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Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[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.
Thanks for all the Job~ma folks, I needed it.
It seems that last week when we were swamped with double the normal calls, I made mistakes, the were not to be tolerated.
As a result, I'm on notice for the next 60 days to start closing tickets like the 23-year-olds and just do my job as narrowly defined and not to try to think outside the box.
It did not help I went into the meeting realizing I was wearing a red shirt.
Either way, still employed for the time being.
I'm sorry, DCJ. I hope things improve greatly.
Joe's First Dishwasher. He is so excited.
That's a big day for any boy.
Hang in there, Daniel!
She prefers cancer warrior.
I hope the news is good for all of you. I like cancer warrior.
Yay for fireplace and dishwasher! Woo!
I hope things take a turn for the better, Daniel.
Daniel, clearly it wasn't Starfleet issue, so you are safe. You will be awesome, because you *are* awesome. The next 60 days will fly by without incident.
So here are some very brief pictures of the condo we're moving into. [link]That place is awesome! I am envious. Every place I've called so far has said "filled, call us end of first week in April, and we will know May vacancies".
Uh-ha. And how, exactly, do you offer I should travel to my uni next year? I need to graduate, you know.Hmm, well. It seems I will soon be working for a University. IJS. :: whistles innocently ::
I seriously do not get it. Funny, smart, combine the boho appeal of theater-guyness with the long-term appeal of holding down a serious job (from which another serious job wanted you enough to actively poach you), and easy on the eyes to boot.JZ makes me blush.
ION- The apple I ate before leaving work did not last long enough for traffic home AND grocery shopping. Not sure how it happened, but a tub of Toll House cookie dough, quart of Breyers, 3 small Ben & Jerry samplers, and pita chips ended up in my basket. And now in my home. Apparently I have a sugar craving. Stress related? Maybe.
I wonder who my aunt will try to set me up with at Passover this year. Last year it was a vegetarian guy who works as a social worker, which at least seemed close to the mark. The year before that, it was the guy who checked out her groceries earlier that day -- he was short and felt self-conscious about his height, so my aunt thought it would be a good idea for him to date someone shorter than him. She got his number for me. I didn't take it.
Daniel, dear, good luck.
Not sure how it happened, but a tub of Toll House cookie dough, quart of Breyers, 3 small Ben & Jerry samplers, and pita chips ended up in my basket
Clearly, you're stocking for me.
After 4 hours of sleep and only one hardly-finished-paper (out of two works I intended to give today), I still want to kill my dad. So, so much. It doesn't help that we have a concert to go to this evening (Beethoven). I hate to feel that angry at someone close, but he really crossed the line last night and hurt my studies.
Clearly, you're stocking for me.Better get here quick. One of the Ben & Jerries has disappeared. No clue where it went.
It doesn't help that we have a concert to go to this evening (Beethoven)Surprised they are still letting that dude perform. He's been dead for 183 years! I bet he's lip-sync'ing.