Pointless Announcements

PBR! PBR! PBR! Coooooooooooooooors

 

Yeah, I should have hung out with you instead of Noodle. She's much too snobby for my tastes.

 

More coffee is needed and let me eat that cake.

 

Whatever.
You're going to complain that your Lobby Wife is snobby? Pfft.
I got class, yo. And, you got out of your house that night. And didn't have to eat tuna fish sammiches or cereal.

 

Love reading the temperature gauge in my car and seeing 53°C.

 

Kim is also an Asian MALE name. Phew. Glad I caught that before I emailed him. Not that it really matters, but I tend to be formal in my business communications. When I was looking up to see if Kim was Dr. Kim, Ms. Kim or Mrs.Kim I learned it was Mr. Kim.

 

"Pat."

 

HA! Exactly!

Which reminds me of a funny story.

Me: How are you Dr. Smith?
Dr. Smith: You can call me Pat.
Me: I know that I am perfectly capable of calling you Pat and even allowed to call you Pat. I just know a million Pats, but only one Dr. Smith (Obviously not his real last name) I know both male and female Pats. I even have an ex Pat. Male ex if you were wondering.
Dr. Smith : *bright red* Ok then. That's logical. Dr. Smith it is.
Me: I can drop the Dr and just call you Smith if you prefer.
Smith: You're going to call me whatever you want, so I really don't care.
Me: OK sugar plum. *winky face*

I shouldn't be allowed to talk to people.

 

Thirty three people signed up for my 1:00 webinar. Time to focus on the presentation.

 

do tfp'ers get to sign up too? or are RL and TFP kept seperate in the redux world?

 

I need some more acronyms.

 

The fun thing about the range is that you spend hours trying to perfect precision movements that are to be done in seconds and tenths of a second while under incredible stress. And I'm stuck in a lane next to some yuppie dude in a suit blasting a $1000 pistol like he's pitching a fucking softball.

He's probably having more fun than me.

 

It wasn't the familiar feeling of sweat trickling its way down my cleavage as i slept.
awake awake in moments - i grabbed my bic lighter
and enjoyed the ritual killing of the Tick.

that lovely lovely, pew phew...pfttt noise as they heat and asplode- well worth the scorch marked blanket.


....and then the remainder of the day is spent in hyper-vigilant, 'it might be a tick' mode.

 

Dear Shauk,

You know how I know you're a big jerk?

You show up on TFP for five minutes and don't even say "Hi, kids!"

A little more love would be appreciated.

Sincerely,

Plan9