It's really nice when people are kind.
My crankiness level is going down, but now I'm overwhelmingly sleepy and I'm noticing how much my head hurts. I guess it's time for more caffeine and different drugs, because I will be in the soup of humanity tonight watching the game.
I am also glad Franny gets to do sailing vamp another time. That sounds amazing!
The plumber is here and he will not stop talking to me. He just stood here for ten minutes telling me the story of his life. I now know more about this guy than some people I've dated. Seriously. STFU and finish the damn job.
I am also glad Franny gets to do sailing vamp another time. That sounds amazing!
Preserved for posterity before the typo can be fixed. Because a sailing vamp sounds very chic.
I don't know how we got the same grandma, Scola.
Also, Father's Day can go scratch.(Yes, I sent a card. Although, of course, the timing's all wrong, but better early than late.) Anyway, haven't even heard word one from my dad in six months. He likes to pose like a dad on Facebook sometimes...somehow I find it unaccountably annoying that he'd rather not look like he is ignoring me, than, like, stop doing that. Of course he is probably often busy figuratively applying fondant to my stepbrother's ass.(Even I know one online class and living rent-free is BS. I had to do more than that and I'm not just a spiritual cripple.Hello? If you are doing less than the brain-damaged person, although I am a machine, that's a problem.)
Ooh, I can start preparing my blank stare for if people who should know better ask me about Father's Day.
Mr. Plumber whose full name I now know (as well as the names of your ex-wife, your fiancee, and your youngest son), I'm glad we are in agreement on the subject of bullying in schools. Please go back to work.
Every time he walks past me, he stops to tell me another story about his fascinating life and how awesome he is. If he weren't engaged, I'd think he was flirting with me.
If he weren't engaged, I'd think he was flirting with me.
He probably is, regardless of being engaged.
For Pete's sake, Zen, how aggravating! I hope you aren't paying him by the hour.
I seem to be trying to set a new record for how many minor work things I can fuck up in a single day. So far, I am at three, or maybe five, depending on how strict the scoring is.