Insane. Insane. I don’t know how anything manages to fly around here. Miracles. All of it. I’m out of here in 45 minutes, fucktards.
I Went To Work Today And All I Got Was This Stupid T-Shirt Read More »
Sucks. Sucks. Sucks. I’ll elaborate later. Just frickin’ sucks. This is just incredibly stupid. I should be sleeping NOW. I will sleep. Turn off brain. No more thinking. I promise. Fuck. Some days, I amuse myself with my utter inability to get my shit together. Some day, I will be a supah ninjah. Until then,
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Or, not. You never know. I’m going to bed. It’s a Tylenol PM night.
Well, Shit. If Nothing Else, It’s Gonna Be Damn Interesting. Read More »
I’ve talked before about being the oldest child of a couple of burger flippers, but I haven’t really talked about what it was like, socially, to be the daughter of fast-food employees; however much I enjoyed my time in the restaurants, the kids at school, the people we knew socially, didn’t really see it as
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Ohhh, I found the complimentary fuzzy robes in the closet, and the umbrella, and the ironing board, and… and the actual room rate here (they’re billing a “government rate” of $111.00 on my corp. card). The actual room rate? $350 a night ::snicker:: ::snicker::: I feel like I’m getting away with something EVIL.
Ohh… I Found the Nice, Cozy Robes Read More »
Cause Jenn’s already read it. “ignorance more frequently begets confidence than does knowledge”
This One’s for Brendan Read More »
Wow. This is an insane business. Blame it all on Blaine. I’m here through Sunday night, and now it looks like they’ll be shipping me off to North Carolina Monday morning. Then back to NY for map training Feb 28-Mar 3rd (downtown, this time, if I have anything to say about it). And they’re floating
But hot damn, these New York/New Jersey guys are fucking hot. They shipped in some guys for the meeting from NY and surrounding NJ, and then there was the guy at the front desk, “Are you still with me, miss?” “Huh? Oh, erm, yes.” Honey, I’ll be with you anytime you want. Fuck. It’s not
An incredibly lazy day, full of me wondering why I felt so stressed-out and lethargic (answer: cause my brain won’t shut up). Watched a lot of movies. Realized blogging has given me a shitty attention span. I’ll need to start taking out my internet card when I sit down to write. This shit’s gotta stop.