Whew, looks like my boss is calling off Monday install. Will be certain by early morning, but...whew.
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.
The snow has begun in Chicago. The drive home tonight was fun. Clearly they're waiting until closer to the morning rush to get the snow plows out.
The Reynauds is bad today so I am now holding a mug of hot water to warm up my fingers. I have to keep reminding myself not to sip.
-t, I hope you feel better quickly.
Remember my problematic "friend"? We're done. I blew up when she told me she didn't want me touching her because I'm "gay" and she's not comfortable with that. She didn't understand why I was upset. "Well, I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings." Oh hell no. I'm not hurt, I'm mad. She was all, "But it's okay! I'm fine with it! I just don't want you to touch me!" Oh you're fine with it? Guess what. I'm not. She said some other shit too. Why the hell would she think I'd want to be friends after that.
And you know, "bisexual" was just beyond her ability to comprehend, I guess, so I didn't even get into it. That's the last damn time I open up to someone over a bottle of wine. Although if I hadn't I wouldn't know this about her and I'm glad I do. Saved me from getting too deep into a disastrous relationship.
Friends who end up not being so are very distressing.
Zenkitty, I can't even.
What a jerk! I'm sorry, Zenkitty.
Wow, Zenkitty! I'm sorry, but yeah better done with that one. I would say WTF is wrong with people, but I know, and that part is depressing.
Wow, Zen, I'm sorry. Gold star to you for taking the risk, though. The only way to find out if you can trust someone is to trust them, and sometimes you find out you can't.
My co-workers who were here yesterday were using the internal messaging system to debate Oxford commas. I'm so glad I work with geeks.
I'm always figured that bisexual meant you were picky about the person but not the gender. Willing to admit to being wrong on that, but it's something I picked up on in college when one of the boys went for the pretty.