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.
Amy is a slacker. Pass it on.
Well, cake or a promotion?
Cake!
And make sure it's not heartbreak like my pie.
They are letting me not get chewed out for my fuckups today, I think. I will have to make sure to leave before the boss's walk through at 6 or so. I don't think we'll be "finding me and talking about the expat life" today. Yoinks.
I wonder if this would have an API you could exploit to write an "avoid me" tool. FB checks your status, and if it's negative, warns any of your friends near you to not go into that one store, because you're there, and you're pissy.
The Lord is my prom date; I shall not want.
I came in at this point so I do not know the context. And yet I am satisfied.
Cake! Happy created Ben day, Amy.
Looking at the credits for the Iz version I can't actually tell where I first heard it--they blur into each other.
I remember a commercial and ER although Meet Joe Black had to have been in there somewhere.
I can't tell from this story [link] , is he saying all singing is un-Islamic or just girls singing?
The saga of the Craigslist table: people are coming by to look at it. (Not the SITE UNSEEN woman, but someone who has tried to talk us down on price.) We hauled it out to the garage, and it's going to have to stay there until someone buys it, because it was a pain in the ass to get it out of the door.
She's supposed to come by at 5. We're not full of hope.
They are letting me not get chewed out for my fuckups today, I think.
That's a good thing.
She's supposed to come by at 5. We're not full of hope.
I don't get people. I've never called about a Craiglist thing I didn't immediately make arrangements to see and/or buy. No one has manners anymore.
But we knew this, I guess.
Almost time for cake! We're still digesting dinner, which was T-bones (on sale!) and mashed potatoes and broccoli, at the birthday boy's request.
Today's dinner is the bratwurst we were supposed to do yesterday for the Superbowl but since we didn't have anyone over, we just got lazy and picked up Little Caesars.