They look great as a band. Ha!
My goal in life is to date Felicia Day. Compared to your goal, it might be attainable.
Well I guess I should have said, "be like Felicia Day". But I'd totally settle for best friendship.
They look great as a band. Ha!
My goal in life is to date Felicia Day. Compared to your goal, it might be attainable.
Happiest of Birfdays, KL!
and much sympathies on difficult days.Long difficult day was long and difficult. Still not sure how to make it thru.... we'll see... I sure am glad to see all of yous together, tho
Happy Birthday seconded!
and much sympathies on difficult days.
My day pretty much sucked the farm right down to the very last piglet. It even involved police, and a rejection letter, and worst of all, my incredibly awesomely unbelievably ginormously epically useless poetry class. Not only have I not learned a @!$%! thing, and had to sit once again through the professor reading his favorite sexually explicit poetry (like he does nearly every class) it's gone past convincing me I have absolutely no talent as a poet and now making me doubt if I'm any good as a writer at all.
If you guys weren't here, I think I'd just curl up somewhere and cry. But y'all are here, so don't mind me if I sit myself at the bar and see if I can't talk the auto-bartender into accidentally punching itself in the head. Or me. Either works.
Sorry to steal your post, bettie. Come pull up a stool; there's Bailey's.
bettie.
Happy Birthday seconded!
and much sympathies on difficult days.
My day pretty much sucked the farm right down to the very last piglet. It even involved police, and a rejection letter, and worst of all, my incredibly awesomely unbelievably ginormously epically useless poetry class. Not only have I not learned a @!$%! thing, and had to sit once again through the professor reading his favorite sexually explicit poetry (like he does nearly every class) it's gone past convincing me I have absolutely no talent as a poet and now making me doubt if I'm any good as a writer at all.
If you guys weren't here, I think I'd just curl up somewhere and cry. But y'all are here, so don't mind me if I sit myself at the bar and see if I can't talk the auto-bartender into accidentally punching itself in the head. Or me. Either works.
Sorry to steal your post, bettie. Come pull up a stool; there's Bailey's.
My day pretty much sucked the farm right down to the very last piglet. It even involved police, and a rejection letter, and worst of all, my incredibly awesomely unbelievably ginormously epically useless poetry class. Not only have I not learned a @!$%! thing, and had to sit once again through the professor reading his favorite sexually explicit poetry (like he does nearly every class) it's gone past convincing me I have absolutely no talent as a poet and now making me doubt if I'm any good as a writer at all.
If you guys weren't here, I think I'd just curl up somewhere and cry. But y'all are here, so don't mind me if I sit myself at the bar and see if I can't talk the auto-bartender into accidentally punching itself in the head. Or me. Either works.
Sorry to steal your post, bettie. Come pull up a stool; there's Bailey's.
Local weather report.
Haruichiban has arrived. When I came to work this morning we had 50knot sustained winds. That has increased, by how much, I don't know, but...
Students are not allowed to go outside now, gravel, not dust but gravel is flying. My poor car.
Agh! Easter is this weekend! I haven't even started building my tregguchet!
Not only have I not learned a @!$%! thing, and had to sit once again through the professor reading his favorite sexually explicit poetry (like he does nearly every class)
Agh! Easter is this weekend! I haven't even started building my tregguchet!
Oh hush*. I have seen the things you put in the poetry forum.
Naw, I'm being whiny and sulky. I'll be over it by tomorrow.*forgive the extremely patronizing start to this.
Haruichiban has arrived ... Students are not allowed to go outside now, gravel, not dust but gravel is flying. My poor car.
And are there blueprints
Unless he's tenured and respected. Then you're likely hosed. Sorry. (This is not me being sarcastic. This is me working at a uni... Drop the class if you can - there's almost always an alternative.
I worked REALLY HARD on it. Meanwhile twitlike student sitting next to me could've easily composed his poem with a magnetic poetry kit after chugging a six-pack and apparently he's incredibly talented.
Mike Kafka? Quarterback for the Philadelphia Eagles?It made Lucas look like Kafka.
It made Lucas look like Kafka.
As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into Jar-Jar Binks. --AAAAAAAAAUGH!
And are there blueprints?
Funny you should mention blueprints. Oh, wait, as someone not on twitter, you are not aware of what kinds of blueprints I was looking at today.
Don't mind me. I'll just leave this here before returning to Ponyville on my CareBoat