Friday at 1:30. I need to ask for Danny.
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Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
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Zen, I ... yeah, that's a tough one. Sisters who think they are the natural supervisors of everything. Mine is not quite that bad, but I always knew I'd never want to raise a child near her...
Yay, askye! I hope the interview goes well and turns into a job that works for you.
Zen, for these kinds of things you pay - either money to strangers or in grief to family. You just have to decide which one you can afford.
My eldest sister is the boss of EVERYONE. And she is the one that is a hoarder! Not that any of us can say anything about her life skills.
Go askye! Wear the same thing, it was lucky!
My upstairs neighbors are stomping on the floor, and I was about to go up and ask them to stop, but now they're screaming at each other, and I think it's probably better to not interrupt whatever's going on.
Go you, askye!
Hil, screaming neighbors scare me, personally. I'd stay away from them too.
Zen, for these kinds of things you pay - either money to strangers or in grief to family. You just have to decide which one you can afford.
Heh, yeah. I don't want to pay the price for either one, so far, and that's why I still have old carpet upstairs. Also, not wanting to move all the furniture. Note to self, from now on, change the flooring BEFORE you move in all your heavy old furniture and endless books.
I wish I could just yell at them to shut up, but I know I can't yell that loud. They're not shouting at each other anymore, but they're still being loud (and I can smell pot, as usual), and going up there to ask them to quiet down would require putting on real clothes and shoes and stuff, and I'm already in pajamas.
my upstairs neighbor is just loud doing everything(also, she has a hyperactive child and no clue, apparently.) We really want them to leave, but I never thought we might be lucky.
ltc is one today!
Time, she does fly! Happy mommyversary!