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kyburgSeriously. That's the theme of the last cross-cubicle uproar here at work.
Yay frat boy humor. Hooray.
Am I the only one who remembered today was Rakhi?
I loves me some pretties - I may just go raid Little India this weekend and see if there are any leftovers. Maybe.
It would help to have the "10-Minute Clutter Control" book at home where I could, like, use it. *facesmacks*
Weather today postcard perfect. Want to be outside under a tree right now, but the paper chase prevents me.
I've said this kind of thing makes me sad. It makes me sad in a lot of ways that have nothing to do with food. Like, the total lack of any male entries, for one.
Fat is fat. Normal is not currency. Thin is not the same as normal, and can be deadlier than fat. (And looks to me, shocking and scary. Not pretty. NOT PRETTY.)
And yes, I used video games to lose weight. I'll debate anyone into the ground about videogames making people fat.
Sad, I tell you.
Jim is working the Labor Day holiday this year - yup, we gave up on the trip to Switzerland. I just can't find the funds in time, and hoping for a last minute deal was just that. Didn't happen. The Amazing Poo Doctor of Beverly Hills got the $$$ this year. Oh well.
To the good, Southwest Airlines is now flying to Hawaii. For prices I could actually consider - but not right now.
I do need to check the timeshare bank and see when that week I have is expiring, though. I could do with some resort living, even if it's just down the street for a week. *laughs* If I knew it had a dishwasher, I'd take some of the oven dishes to really give them the hot water and soap treatment. Clean out the candleholders.
I should wash the windows instead, maybe. Maybe.
It would get my hands busy. At least.
TiVo is really good for taking up your evening. Last night I watched everything I "caught" over the weekend. (I've set the timer to catch only new shows for a couple of properties.) Which reminds me, I have emails to write. Crap.
Emails I really don't want to write, mind. Like..."Sorry you took vacation time to host us, but we can't get there from here."
Fuck me walking. *growls*
Yay frat boy humor. Hooray.
Am I the only one who remembered today was Rakhi?
I loves me some pretties - I may just go raid Little India this weekend and see if there are any leftovers. Maybe.
It would help to have the "10-Minute Clutter Control" book at home where I could, like, use it. *facesmacks*
Weather today postcard perfect. Want to be outside under a tree right now, but the paper chase prevents me.
I've said this kind of thing makes me sad. It makes me sad in a lot of ways that have nothing to do with food. Like, the total lack of any male entries, for one.
Fat is fat. Normal is not currency. Thin is not the same as normal, and can be deadlier than fat. (And looks to me, shocking and scary. Not pretty. NOT PRETTY.)
And yes, I used video games to lose weight. I'll debate anyone into the ground about videogames making people fat.
Sad, I tell you.
Jim is working the Labor Day holiday this year - yup, we gave up on the trip to Switzerland. I just can't find the funds in time, and hoping for a last minute deal was just that. Didn't happen. The Amazing Poo Doctor of Beverly Hills got the $$$ this year. Oh well.
To the good, Southwest Airlines is now flying to Hawaii. For prices I could actually consider - but not right now.
I do need to check the timeshare bank and see when that week I have is expiring, though. I could do with some resort living, even if it's just down the street for a week. *laughs* If I knew it had a dishwasher, I'd take some of the oven dishes to really give them the hot water and soap treatment. Clean out the candleholders.
I should wash the windows instead, maybe. Maybe.
It would get my hands busy. At least.
TiVo is really good for taking up your evening. Last night I watched everything I "caught" over the weekend. (I've set the timer to catch only new shows for a couple of properties.) Which reminds me, I have emails to write. Crap.
Emails I really don't want to write, mind. Like..."Sorry you took vacation time to host us, but we can't get there from here."
Fuck me walking. *growls*
