Also? When the fuck did it become my responsibility to tell people about programs like Angel Food Ministries. I just had 2 people at work give me shit about not telling them about it two years ago! WTF???
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.
Solstice schmolstice. I am in Spokane where it is 49 degrees and pouring rain. Brrr!
Ah Spokane. I was just threatening to take Kristin there to visit so she could see where I lived for five years.
I am in Spokane where it is 49 degrees and pouring rain.
It sounds lovely. It's 90+ here for the foreseeable future. It's not a dry heat.
Does anyone know where I left my drill?
Does anyone know where I left my drill?
Are you building an air-conditioner?
I think I'm going to randomly drill holes in things and see if it helps.
No, I theoretically was going to take a break from computer arguing to finish a raised bed outside. A raised bed I was planning to put together with screws. I even looked where the drill is supposed to be, although that's really a long shot. I remember seeing it in some odd place and thinking "I should put that up." I have a 1,300-square-foot one-story house and I spend my life looking for things.
Oh, I'm already past my expiration date. It's a wonder a woman would be even remotely interested in marrying me.
Oh, no doubt! You're curdled, like manmilk...
Ah Spokane. I was just threatening to take Kristin there to visit so she could see where I lived for five years.
My brother lived there for five years or so and my parents kept trying to tell me that it was "quite nice." I didn't buy it. He lives in Seattle now so I am MUCH more likely to visit. My parents are with him at the moment.
So far today I have paid two overdue bills (and created a reminder so maybe it won't happen again), made two doctor's appointments, and processed a bunch of paper and emails to put shit on my to-do list. The list is daunting, but my desk is clearer, so yay. Now I have 3.5 hours to do something for an 8 am meeting tomorrow (CURSE YOU, SCHEDULING PERSON) that I should have been working on weeks ago.
Off to wash some dishes so I can eat so I can tackle this shit.
So my class went out for dinner tonight. And then to a bar. There's a slight chance that I am terribly drunk on a Monday and have class in like seven hours. I am so the classiest person ever, yes? ::bag over head in shame::
zuisa, it's EXPECTED. If you don't go to class still drunk at least once, they don't let you graduate.