I really, REALLY need to figure out how to make exercise my stress relief. Because the stress isn't going to lessen any time soon, and sitting on the couch staring blankly at Tumblr doesn't seem to be as helpful as I'd hoped.

Seconding AND thirding this.

Folks remember the BIDs lie!

Everyone ELSE'S BIDs lie. Mine are just mean enough to tell me the painful truth. I think they are my grandmother.

flea, congrats on a successful sale, even though bittersweet.

I think the last event where there was more than 4 or 5 pics of me was my wedding, and that's including our vacation last summer

Ahem...

I was actually trying to track down those negatives the other day. There's a black hole in my apartment--I think they're with my birth certificates AND THE NOTES FROM TUESDAY'S MEETING I NEED TO TYPE UP.

I couldn't see Hitler in the teapot, but I can see Jesus in this dog's butthole.

Even without clicking the link, I just have to say how much I love the poetry of that sentence.

meara, those are carefully posed. I specifically turn a bit to the side to get the most flattering perspective

Oh, like I do in the Goth at the Office photos? I take about 15 photos to get ONE decent image.

I try to carefully curate my online images. (I really just wanted to use "curate.") But really, I am super selective about what I put online, and most stuff gets a quick Photoshop (often for color and shadows, but occasionally for crazy hair or for Oh My God How Many Chins Is That?).

So in my head, I still look about 30.

Hey, in my head everyone here looks like they did in whatever picture I've seen them use here a lot. Which is pretty much ten years old, now...

Our newest co-worker didn't believe me today when I said I'd be 42 in 10 days. (HEY MY BIRTHDAY IS COMING UP WOO!!!) She thought I was in my late 20s. I had to get my driver's license out to prove it.

I really, REALLY need to figure out how to make exercise my stress relief. Because the stress isn't going to lessen any time soon, and sitting on the couch staring blankly at Tumblr doesn't seem to be as helpful as I'd hoped.

Seconding AND thirding this.

Co-signing right here. All of us at work are stressed because we still don't know when (or technically *if*) the sale is going through, so we have no timeline for our jobs ending. But one co-worker told me I looked like I was hoarding all the stress. (To be fair, holy shitballs, it just won't stop coming.) And she asked if I was exercising, and all I could do was laugh and say I was so exhausted that walking down the hall to the bathroom made me want to cry. She told me exercise would help with that. I gave her a death glare.

But I know she's right.

Our newest co-worker didn't believe me today when I said I'd be 42 in 10 days.

Oh! Oh! My niece's boyfriend literally stopped and blinked and shook his head when he found out I'm almost 50. He said he'd thought I was 30. BWAHAHAHA! He's my new favorite person.

nd most stuff gets a quick Photoshop (often for color and shadows, but occasionally for crazy hair or for Oh My God How Many Chins Is That?).

I am in favor of minor Photoshop corrections, but there's no way that can happen with the daily posting of the Goth at the Office photos. Also, my God Emperor of Photoshop is on a crazy-making deadline right now, so it's not like he could touch up my photos for me.

She told me exercise would help with that. I gave her a death glare.

Your response was the appropriate one! I mean, yes, I bet exercise would help with the stress and the tired for all of us. But first there's the finding time and energy to do the exercising, and I don't see that happening any time soon.

I suppose exercise would be a better form of stress relief at work than sending the intern out for chocolate, but honestly, what is the point of having an intern if you can't send him out for chocolate?

Yeah, the time you most need that vigorous activity is generally when you're so overwhelmed you can only find time to deal with the most urgent problems.

what is the point of having an intern if you can't send him out for chocolate?

Fetching booze?

Everyone here is both hot and beautiful, as evidenced by the ruffly skirts and acquaintances lopping decades off your ages, and the BIDs can shut it.

In other news, I am still stuck on the Jenny reference. Calendar? And the Cat Club? Pop song with a phone number? I have never read a SCOTUS decision with such close attention, but I can't get any Buffy-era technopagans, small shy black cats with red scarves, or catchy tunes anywhere on page 2. Likewise, no Bloggesses, Gumps, or Garths. So now I feel stupid, because I have Brain Image Demons.

Me neither, jz.