Costco is aggravating the fuck out of me. Almost entirely out of fucks over here.
Natter 75: More Than a Million Natters Served
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.
I am definitely done with working for the week. What am I going to do for the next hour and a half??
Drink? Nap? Hallway golf?
IF ONLY.
A little filing, making sure my to-do list is right, oh, and I told someone I would make up a rubric. I guess I can do that.
I am going to get my haircut and colored. The plan is to add some purple. Whee!
Did not allow for time to have lunch, though, and I am hungry enough for stomach to hurt. So that's a drag.
Shit, I meant to get a haircut and color, too! Maybe next week.
But can you buy a snack of some kind to bring with? Hair color involves a lot of just sitting there.
Getting mine colored tomorrow.
Delurking after forever to ask, if a potential landlord says they are away doing benevolent missions work for god and humanity, is that a warning flag?
I'm finally trying to get out of my foreclosed apartment and my first two responses were "we're not in the state anymore, we'd like you to take care of the place like it's your own, we're doing laudable things".
If you have to take care of a place like it's your own, what's the point of renting?
This meeting will never end. I will still be sitting on this couch, 80 years from now, in this meeting.