Huh, to the dirty laundry lyrics. Is that a euphemism?
Woohoo, got WI-FI password! And assigned to the first judge. Moving right along.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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.
Huh, to the dirty laundry lyrics. Is that a euphemism?
Woohoo, got WI-FI password! And assigned to the first judge. Moving right along.
Are you kink-shaming millennials who have a dirty laundry fetish?
Apparently I have to have a performance evaluation conversation with my manager this morning. On one hand, oh god do not want. On the other hand, I'm paralyzed with not caring very much. I guess we'll see which hand wins.
Is this where we complain about bosses who are possibly (probably) gaslighting us in various ways? My head is about to explode. I cannot deal with her mood swings and occasional "not talking to you" moods.
In other news, I may have laughed a little manically at last week's Good Place ("If it's a baguette, it's extra points, because it's more French.").
Ugh Amy, I say you have earned a break from gaslighting
My take on chocolate covered raisins - delicious, but I strongly prefer dark chocolate. That's true pretty much regardless, but esp true when chocolate is paired with something that's even sweeter.
I'm beginning to wonder if my Nemesis is in cognitive decline.
In other news, we have put down our deposits for Kilimanjaro and a safari. Woot! (So much money.) Woot!
Woohoo, got WI-FI password! And assigned to the first judge. Moving right along.
Administer that justice!
Are you kink-shaming millennials who have a dirty laundry fetish?
Yeah, I'd be okay with that.
Sorry, Amy. Not fun.
Sorry Amy, shrift. Bah.
I cannot think of 2 people I admire most in history. What a weird question.
That's a voir dire question?? Are they just looking to bump people who name, like, famous anarchists?? (Not sure who that would be.)
In other news, we have put down our deposits for Kilimanjaro and a safari. Woot! (So much money.) Woot!
Ooh, that's exciting!
It's on the questionnaire, I can't imagine why. Good lord, I must admire some historical figure, why can't I think of any? I can only think of terrible people.
Woo Consuela! Exciting.
The last time I was called for jury duty an off-duty cop waiting to testify noticed me tucked into the cloakroom so I could read, away from the nattering nabobs. He gave me the cop look, the "what nefarious things are you up to?" look. I gave him a lifted eyebrow and a mental "Go 'way, boy, you bother me." He grinned and moseyed on. I was never called. I think the cloakroom walls cloaked my presence.
Amy, your boss is in a cartoon in my head, one of those where I pop her with a bell-muzzled gun and she explodes in a shower of confetti.
Shrift, ugh.
'Suela, how exciting!
You people are distracting. How did my coffee get cold so quick?