I want a gravestone. I think I finally have an epitaph for it:
ARCHAEOLOGISTS DIG HERE!
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 want a gravestone. I think I finally have an epitaph for it:
ARCHAEOLOGISTS DIG HERE!
people are different and some things are important to some people and not important to others.
Lookie there.
people are different and some things are important to some people and not important to others.
Whaaaaaat.
people are different and some things are important to some people and not important to others.
Have you been talking to Jesse again?
Separate post, because it deserves it: sincerest sorrow for you, Katerina B.
(I had my Mom as a single parent for about that long, come to think of it.)
I am so sorry Katie.
I like the idea of cremation, but I don't know where the ashes would go. Tossed off the Mackinaw Bridge, maybe?
In other news, a coworker who started about a month ago quit suddenly last week. Ok, mid-trial period, not every job suits every person. Fine. Well, I found out today that she'd sent an email to her manager explaining, in extreme detail, how awful all of us—my entire department—are. I was like, "We ate lunch together once? It seemed fine?" Anyhow, way to go from "best of luck with your future endeavors" to "bite my entire ass, bitca" in five seconds flat.
I'm so sorry, Katie Bee.
Like what? Of the "only for left handed chemistry majors from New Jersey" kind of thing, or "only to be used for paying for sharpies for the staff" or?
Yes. I mean, not quite that bad, but yes. A lot of financial aid for only people from certain places or whatever.
The sellers did not get back to my realtor today about the requested repairs. They have 5 days, BUT COME ON, PEOPLE! I am not so much with the patience!