I wonder what the math term for "the closer to pizza delivery time, the more your bladder screams" is?

I wonder what the math term for "the closer to pizza delivery time, the more your bladder screams" is?

That would be the "He's calling from inside your pants!" theorem.

I love billytea's theorem. i am outside a bar waiting on a blind date that i am not enthused about. ah well. have decided crush on gilf is still on, a bit, but no mixed signals these days, just friendship. that, i'm used to, and caan deal with. doesn't make me happy, but doesnt make me crazy either.

Just to share a random bit of happiness. An alcoholic friend has now been off the booze for a year. Of course she get ultimate credit, but she also has been dating a nice guy with a warm and loving family who accepted her and were nice to her. I mean as Nisqually Indians, a Jewish drunk could not have been their first choice of girlfriend for their son, but they have really been loving to her. Not the false we-have-be-nice-to-you-because -you-are-dating-our-son but genuinely warm, and she gets invited to every family event, and to most of the local Nisqually gatherings as well - informal as well as formal. And it does seem like this relationship (which is with a whole family, and sometimes it seems a whole tribe, not just the guy she is dating) has just been really good for her. Part of it is her. In spite of her drinking problem she has always been one of the warmest, kindest people you could know. Still it takes a really amazing family to see beyond the problem to the person and just embrace her in those circumstances.

wow, Billytea ON FIRE today!

Typoboy, that is lovely.

iTunes store is admonishing me now for accessing the account created with my gmail address using my gmail address as the account email address. Then changing the account information to "null" to avert the use of my email and identity.

I suppose I went to far, but they had no way of directly contacting anyone in the middle of the night and I had no way of knowing if this person would commit fraud in my name.

Sigh. I'm going to get into trouble, aren't I?

wow, Billytea ON FIRE today!

They moved me to a new desk at work. The sun, it burns us.

OMG. So, I didn't expect much of this date. But whatever, am trying.

She walks in, and I'm like "hey, way better than her pictures! this is why I give people a chance even if I'm not into the pic! Whoot!"

And we chat. And it's a fine conversation, though I'm not super feeling the emotional connection, whatever. And it gets to teh point where we've finished our drinks, and I go to the bathroom, and when I come back, rather than be like "OK, nice to meet you, "see you around"", which is totally code for "I know I'll see you in a bar one of these days, but I"m not going to call you, please don't call me", she says "So, you seem like a really nice person. But the people I date tend to be really deep. And spiritual. blah blah blah...." I was like "....right. OK then"

I am not deep enough for her. Which is fine, cause when I read her profile I was like "wow, she's too bullshitty pretentious for me", but I gave it a shot.

Oy.

Billytea, You should call Angel, find out what kind of glass they had at Wolfram & Hart. In the meantime, try sunblock.

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