I have heard Drummer Boy twice so far, but I like it more than most songs that will play over the radio, so I'm a-okay with that turn of events.
Note to the lady at the random waxing place: I get that you think I'm Jojo the dogfaced boy, but NO you cannot wax my lip. Jeez. Stop pushing it.
One day I'm going to get my brows really fucked up, because I can't remember the last time I went to anywhere twice. But so far, although none of them are as perfect as the $30 job, they are "tidy". So, whatevs.
Okay, gotta go pick SPN episodes.
tommy, I'm sorry. I vote you go spend it with your sister and SIL and just have a moment of solidarity in WTFF?!! It's the family you not only got, you get to LIKE them.
I am in fear of finding a new brow place. I don't have superthick brows so I can't risk too much. Still, I liked them waxed so much better than my attempts to pluck. So eventually, I am going to try a new place.
Hey, is *anyone* still winning the Little Drummer Boy game at this point? If so, I envy the hell out of you.
I am. I don't do retail if there is any option from Thanksgiving through the second week of January and I loathe Christmas music so I don't play it. Yep, Grinch.
I have not talked to my parents since finding this out. They also want to know why I donated sperm. To which my reaction was, now?
Seriously, NOW? Because closing that barn door is long past. Ugh, I totally understand them not wanting to host though. What an awful thing to hear about from your family.
tommy, I'm so sorry. I like sarameg's plan.
Alicia Keys is really kickass. What a performer.
Oh, tommy, how...I don't even know what the right word is. Perplexing? Flabbergasting? Absurd?
Yeah, my family is one of those where we don't talk about feelings much. I can tell they're concerned about my faith (they don't know I'm an atheist) but yet they never ask me about it. Afraid of what they might find out?
I dunno - maybe I should have come out to them as an atheist when I was younger. But doing it now just seems cruel. They'd never accept it.
I found out today that the requests for 120 pieces of art that hit my desk yesterday afternoon (and should have been intermittently released to me starting last Wednesday instead of saved up for one massive dump at the end) absolutely have to be done by 9 a.m. Friday. I've been able to farm out about a third of it, but that leaves me responsible for over 80 drawings in two and a half days. Days during which I was supposed to be on vacation, I might add.
I foresee a conversation in which I ask the project manager what the fuck she was thinking.
Because your sister couldn't make any herself?
