Yeah, a tight timeframe is an argument for a cab, to me.
'Him'
Natter 74: Ready or Not
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Oh, damn damn damn. Harbin Hot Springs is gone, destroyed by the Valley Fire: [link]
That place was essential to my sanity (what there was of it) in my twenties.
I'm sorry, Karl. I flipped past some fire footage on the news, and it looked awful.
And we're getting lovely, lovely rain, which should finish putting out that fire on the other side of the mountain.
Holy fucking shit my brother is dead.
No, this is not another brother, this is final realization.
This everything I hoped for. Hooray, this is to everything I hoped for.
Holy shit, this is awful.
Yeah, sometimes a cab (or uber) is the best/fastest plan. But dang, I was hoping maybe you were in Sacramento--I'll be there tomorrow. :)
Hey, glad to see you, sorry about your place. I had very little sanity in my own twenties, just a black cloud that followed me.
Much sympathy for you and your conflicting feelings, Juliebird. It's understandable, and I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, Juliebird. That ton of bricks is hard to bear.
Julie, be kind with yourself.
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Let me share with you all a disturbing occurrence:
The moment you realize that the gentleman who is wearing the ittybitty flame-emblazoned speedo and standing on the deck of the pool doing post-swim hip rolls and thrusts (and yes, as lewd looking as it sounds,) is a coworker. Not one you've worked with, but still.
Now magnify this terrible reality with the dawning realization that without the benefit of foggy googles, it is also evident that his speedo has hit a vaguely translucent stage in full illumination of the setting sun.
I hope I NEVER have to work with him. My first words might be " you need a new swimsuit!"