It's a good show, my kids like to watch it, and I'm happy to watch it with them. My daughter has perfected her imitation of Candace's I'm-going-to-bust-them laugh.
Tara ,'Empty Places'
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.
P-C, you were already that dick who said he'd email and didn't--it's been two months. Let it slide. Anything you do now, if you don't actually want to establish communication, is just to make yourself feel better, not her.
Yeah, that was my thinking as well, but when my mom found out, she said that wasn't nice and I agreed to send a close-out e-mail. Except I don't really see the point at this juncture either. It's not like that first girl who never e-mailed me back ever said anything two months later.
Turtle has a hispanic cousin on OKCupid. Esto no vale la pena. (Why did I do that, again?) Well, I guess this part is fun...
Heh. I suppose you could send a "My mom is on me to be nicer, and I admit, I was a dick when I said I'd email and I didn't--fading out instead of just saying "I'm not that into the bride search, and I feel like we don't have a connection" is a shitty move. I hope your search is going more awesome than mine, and other guys are better at it than me. This is probably an even worse sign off, and please don't feel any need to reply" :)
Except even that sounds like you...want a reply.
Is it wrong that I'm finding it ironically amusing that Stupak is getting voicemails of people calling him "babykiller" and threatening him (with death or just retribution in general)?
I think that would be nice etiquette, Meara.Todd, if that's wrong, I don't wanna be right. Irony: it's what's for dinner.
Dinner with family, OMG save me from the politics.
Phineas and Ferb are very high on our watch list. As is Kick Buttowski: Suburban Daredevil.
sj, I feel you...just tell them if they buy one lotto ticket a week for a year, they could win a jackpot once every 40,000 years.
It has now been three weeks since I got an email from my advisor. I have sent him five emails in that period. I tried to go to his office today before and after his classes, when he's frequently there, but he wasn't. Another grad student said he was meeting with him at 5:30, and I thought about waiting until then, but I had to get to the pharmacy before 6, and that was cutting it too close.
Dissertation keeps jumping back and forth between 94 and 95 pages as I'm editing. 170 job applications out, with three more ready to go tomorrow.