Bored like a bored thing that is bored. Don't have the concentration to read my book. My battery is already at 28% on my phone. Where is that cabana boy when I need him?
Natter 71: Someone is wrong on the Internet
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Suela, I think a truly bad daughter would say "2...I thought you said twenty," when Lennie Briscoe came to her house. Which, honestly, I'd consider, in your place.
Hey, guess who slipped and fell on the marble restroom floor? I'm fine (petticoats are good padding), but I'm going to have some bruises. This means I should have alcohol at lunch, right?
This means I should have alcohol at lunch, right?
Absolutely, Jilli.
What is the last thing that made you smile unexpectedly?
The realization that I could give up the insane diet I started two weeks ago. Which I did, yesterday.
I've smiled since then, but not unexpectedly. (The smile after the first bite of goat cheese on a sesame cracker was totally expected.)
Sorry about the bruising, Jilli.
I think overruling your father in that situation sounds like a kindness to everyone involved, Consuela.
I'm sorry about the asshat no-longer-future employers, Dana. I hope something good comes through for your DH soon.
Okay, today is ridic quiet in the office because half my row is working from home. So I will commit to finishing the test cases before taking a lunch that's not eaten at my desk. Both of these things are good for me, and also each serves to limit bugs.
I thank profusely on behalf of everyone who got to enjoy the apple cake. I have green tea and honey, not even close.
I am, apparently, a lighting rod for squirrel-related 911 calls and they crack me up every. single. time. Even when I know that some poor soul is gonna end up in the hospital getting a brutal round of rabies shots...i still giggle that they thought it would be a good idea to try and feed a wild squirrel in the park to impress a friend. Seriously, don't these people know about all the squirrels in Portland dive bombing cars and assaulting others with mustard?!?!?! (disclaimer: no squirrels have actually assaulted anyone with mustard as far as I know, it was just a juxtaposition of unrelated calls that generated very interesting images in my sick, twisted, squirrel-inclined brain.)
I think I'm crazy. I'm inquiring about a full time marketing & communications position for a local non-profit here in town. I know the executive director loves me but I'm not sure if I'm totally qualified for the position.
I just sent her an email.
Cash, you're not crazy. Truly. You never know until you try. What they consider qualified might be different than what you consider qualified.
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