Coffee: spoke to landlord - he's going to call a plumber, and will come by soon so we can do a walkthrough and modify the lease. And the cable folks will be by sometime this afternoon. Here's hoping they fix it for good.
Mal: You tell me right now, little Kaylee, you really think you can do this? Kaylee: Sure. Yeah. I think so. 'Sides, if I mess up, not like you'll be able to yell at me.
'Bushwhacked'
Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
[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.
smonster - Jul 06, 2011 7:37:11 am PDT #24738 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Strix - Jul 06, 2011 8:05:56 am PDT #24739 of 30000
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
No doubt, smonster! Perhaps this is the universe's way of verifying to you that you joined the right community, by forcing you to get out in it?
(Trying for a pos spin...)
Guy, I had HORRIBLE dreams last night. Epic and weird. Colossaly tangled and weird, and awful in lingering ways.
Prince Andrew was assassinated, I had to borrow Elizabeth Taylor's room in a hotel to get dressed for a royal wedding at Buckingham Palace in clothes I already owned (read: horribly inappropriate, I drove from the Midwest to Buckingham Palace in an ice storm in July and couldn't find it, and this was AFTER I cheated on D with an Elizabethan ghost in the scariest goddamn castle of death -- seriously, it was awful, ugh -- and I left the ghost, and went back to D, and we lived in a tenement house with a scary bathroom --gross scary, not scary scary -- and we got in a horrible fight, and I acted like a child, and he LEFT ME IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FIGHT because his ex called him to go work out with her, because she said he spent more time with me then he did even when she had the baby, and then I was locked out of the tenement, and he drove of in a weird little car, and then I woke up about 5 minutes ago, and I feel like someone beat me all night.
I am sore as hell in the shoulders and arms.
WTFF, brain? That was AWFUL, and I am not rested AT ALL.
Ok, I had to get that mess out of my head. UGH.
smonster - Jul 06, 2011 8:20:07 am PDT #24740 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Good freaking lord, Erin!! I hate dreams like that.
I tweaked my resume AGAIN, and left another message for the HaRpy* at MFC. Now about to eat lunch and then run errands, probably in a storm.
* not a slur on HR peeps. I loved the HR folks at my old job. This one is one of those awful faux-sweet Southern women.
Toddson - Jul 06, 2011 8:24:35 am PDT #24741 of 30000
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"
... bless her heart (you really MUST add this when dealing with a southerner of this ilk)
javachik - Jul 06, 2011 8:26:27 am PDT #24742 of 30000
Our wings are not tired.
smonster, you're dealing exceptionally well with the piles of crap being thrown your way.
Strix - Jul 06, 2011 8:33:05 am PDT #24743 of 30000
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
HR peeps: they can save your ass, or ruin your life.
I just downed 3 tylenol and a doubleshot thingie from Starbucks's and I wish I had about 5 more.
Ach, off to listen to that Maureen Johnson v. Meghan Cox Gurdon interview on NPR while I wake the rest of the way, and then work my ass off. I think a hot shower is part of this plan...
Aims - Jul 06, 2011 8:35:04 am PDT #24744 of 30000
Shit's all sorts of different now.
These girls are being so slow in cleaning up the basement. I wish I could just leave them at it and go to the pool by myself.
Kathy A - Jul 06, 2011 8:36:22 am PDT #24745 of 30000
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil
As much as I despise the tit squishing, I can't help think it must be worse for women with small tits. How can you get a proper flattening in the scanner when there's not much to flatten?
When I had my second-ever mammogram in May, my main problem with my now-B-cups was that the lady kept telling me to turn my head after she squished the boob, but I don't have enough skin left between my chin and my boob to allow for turning the head when the boob is being squished.
I found an awesome book on the history of Broadway Musical theater
Was that "No Legs, No Jokes, No Chance"? I have that one at home, and it's terrific!
Aims - Jul 06, 2011 8:43:02 am PDT #24746 of 30000
Shit's all sorts of different now.
It's a new one Kathy, called "Showtime" written by Larry Stempel. I'm a total sucker for that last name, you know. Hee.
Frankenbuddha - Jul 06, 2011 8:44:17 am PDT #24747 of 30000
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"
Thanks for the support yesterday. I am in a better headspace today, although, sadly, I think it's because work is busy that it's going by quickly.
I definitely need to work on getting the most out of my free time, as I never seem to have enough of it, yet I find myself wasting vast chunks of it either dithering about what to do (paralyzed by choices), or just not doing anything worthwhile. I seem to handle it better when I've made firm commitment to something and force myself to stick through with it, but this weekend was a step back - I had two commitments but I blew them off instead of sticking with them. I have a feeling if I'd forced myself on the first, I would have stuck with both and had a pretty good weekend. Ah, well. Try harder next time I guess.