linen pants are wrinkle nightmares, just sayin'.
I am eating some lemon yogurt that mac rejected and have got 2 pots of beans going on the stove. good times. As you people as my witness, I WILL use up some of these beans!!!
'Serenity'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
linen pants are wrinkle nightmares, just sayin'.
I am eating some lemon yogurt that mac rejected and have got 2 pots of beans going on the stove. good times. As you people as my witness, I WILL use up some of these beans!!!
linen pants are wrinkle nightmares, just sayin'.
I love that about them! Not a nightmare, just wrinkley.
It's nice to have pants that are *supposed* to be wrinkly. As opposed to just, wrinkly pants.
Why do people on the bus always want to examine my kindle when I am using it to read fanfic?
Or, more precisely, why does the smelly man who I think likes me, but I can't really tell because he is deaf and we have communication difficulties, want to examine my kindle when I am reading not=particularly good BDSM porn about Panic at the Disco! He just took it out of my hands!!!!!
when I am reading not=particularly good BDSM porn about Panic at the Disco!
Oh dear.
Also insent, Tep.
Cass, I got nuthin'. Re-send?
Whuzza? How? Whuzza?
As in, it's not automated. As in, I am the pagination elf. Putting in pages numbers, by hand
On each page? I know I keep asking what are undoubtedly stupid questions, but I'm just gobsmacked.
Will do, Tep. And this time? To the right address. I'm a dork.
Why do people on the bus always want to examine my kindle when I am using it to read fanfic?
It's not just on the bus. Man... The times this has happened to me.
He took it out of your hands?!?! I would have clearly hit him, or demanded the driver kick him off.
communication difficulties
why are you attempting communication with a smelly man on the bus who takes things out of your hands?!?! I feel like I need to run up there and be a protective mother.
Or, more precisely, why does the smelly man who I think likes me, but I can't really tell because he is deaf and we have communication difficulties, want to examine my kindle when I am reading not=particularly good BDSM porn about Panic at the Disco! He just took it out of my hands!!!!!
OMG. One might hope that would be a deterrent, but maybe not...
I'm pretty sure the rest of the week isn't going to go much better.
Today had one redeeming event: I was complimented on my pace, form and distance in the pool tonight. Apparently, I maintain a constant pace that was considered pretty impressive given the distance I swim. Complimenter is a really good swimmer (most of his strokes are just a smidge faster than mine, plus, he can butterfly) so I can feel preeny. Usually end up sharing lanes with him a couple nights a week, so it wasn't just the RAGE tonight.
Now I am going to eat strawberries and spinach and growl every time I think of tomorrow.