For those who really really hate spiders.

There was a spider-infested place where I lived in college that deserved that treatment.

I have been viciously grumpy all day, and it totally was my fault for not getting to bed earlier. I think I managed to keep a stranglehold on the urge to kill everything with fire, and actually managed to accomplish some shit today. Definitely can't do a repeat of that tomorrow, though, because I'm in meetings all the way down.

On man do I wish I could apply a clue by 4 to all involved. With a side order of "I divorced him for a reason".

I have made my bed - I don't have to bend over at all and have to reach on my tip toes a tiny bit. Crazy!!!

Shrift, trade you... Oh wait. Neither of us deserves that.

Is it wrong my motivational song is Cake's Short Skirt, Long Jacket? Shoes that cut and sharp as a tack..nails that shine like justice....machete that cuts through red tape...

Yeah, I'm blasting it on my way in.

I'm shaking my fist at sarameg's work and at people who refuse to communicate like grown ups.

I have family members who suddenly will stop communicating with various parts of the family (usually my nuclear family) because they feel slighted or see ulterior motives. They're the type to assume everything is about them, especially when it isn't.

Shoes that cut and sharp as a tack..nails that shine like justice....machete that cuts through red tape...

Pics or it didn't happen!

They're the type to assume everything is about them, especially when it isn't.

Seriously.

I have mounted my bed (man that sounds wrong). This thing is at least a foot higher. I feel like a kid who had just graduated to the Big Bed.

Shoes that cut and sharp as a tack..nails that shine like justice....machete that cuts through red tape...

Sounds about right to me! And you're a girl with nails (or you used to be!)

Oh, I'm wearing the 5" noisy (hollow) crossover maryjanes, above-knee wrap pencil skirt from Aus, all black up top (too hot for a long jacket) and my favorite earrings. Armor, baby.

Variations on this apparently intimidate; it was assumed I was interviewing or meeting with the director last time I decked out.

And now, to bed,since I have 2 meetings before the one I need a theme for.

So I'm in the ER with Dad, who fainted or something this evening. I had planned to make that apricot tart tonight, instead I'm sitting here listening to things beep.

He seems fine, just a bit dazed. No damage, thank goodness.

In better news, my younger niece just got a great job in a senator's office here, and her older sister found an apartment a nice neighborhood.