I don't do violent discourse, but I sure as hell do violence.
I less-than-3 you.
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I don't do violent discourse, but I sure as hell do violence.
I less-than-3 you.
I think the interview went pretty well. I should know something from somebody by tomorrow, I think.
Still in a ton of pain and no clue why. It's like every joint in my body decided to just collapse today. I had to have the TENS unit on my left leg and crutches to keep my weight off my right leg just to walk a block. And even then, ow. And I just sneezed and a rib slid out of place.
I less-than-3 you.
Moi aussi.
People need to learn how to mutherfucking CraigsList. You don't post something for $130 and when the person has driven across town say, "I've had a lot of interest. Will you give me $150?" Your ad did not say OBO. It had a set price, I was the first to look at it, and I had cash in hand *and* was buying something else.
Grrr.
And I just sneezed and a rib slid out of place.
Hubby's had that, I'm used to hearing "Ah-choo! Ow, dammit!" That's his degenerative connective tissue disease talking, the rotten thing.
Ha!! My irritation must not have been veiled very well (is it ever?). I just got an exceptionally apologetic email telling me I could still have it at the advertised price.
That's what I thought you said.
Aims, email them back asking if you can have it for $110.
Yeah, make him pay for your gas.
...so much for all that interest, eh? No lurkers supprting the seller in email now that you're not there cash in hand? Dude. Cash in hand always beats supposed interest. (my iPhone wanted that to read cash in Hans. Which is a whole other thing)
I'm in Torchwood with Eliot Spencer
Hubba.