My college had a yearbook. I still have mine here on a shelf.
Saffron ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Natter 76: Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Foaminess
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.
Now I want to stop by our university library, because if they had yearbooks then DH would be in there as an athlete. If he has one I never noticed it.
Oh dear sarameg, how heartbreaking for those kids.
My college had a yearbook, and my parents insisted I get photographed for it and bought me a copy my freshman year. This was in the early grunge period, and my parents were not best pleased to see me photographed in my favorite oversized flannel shirt. It was a head and shoulders shot—they would have been less pleased with the torn jeans I was also wearing at the time. A fact that didn't seem to cheer them up when I shared it with them. Anyway, there may have been more yearbooks, but not with me.
Oh my god, why is everything having to do with *waves hands* business such a pain in the ass?!? Like listening to people give presentations who are not good at giving presentations! And having to sit there while people negotiate who's sharing their screen and how long they have to talk and whether they should cover A or B.
I am so angry and it is coming out as tears and that is so embarrassing. Dammit. This same goddamn account that doesn't answer me for days is saying we need to give them more notice if we aren't going to ship on time. Fuckers. ANd i am still getting enw orders from them and they are still all wrong. Gah!
Ugh, -t. Burn them with fire.
Metaphorically. I guess.
Or literally, why not?
No, I know why not.
Grrr! I hate them on your behalf, -t.
Thank you for your validation!
You could try just a little fire.