Considering my last roommate situation (with a friend named Wendy) had a wireless network with the SSID of "Wendy's House O' Bitches", this isn't terribly surprising.
But. Still.
A WOMAN'S ANATOMY. My faux-Victorian sensibilities are SHOCKED.
SHOCKED I TELL YOU.
See those capitals? My sensibilities are up in arms!
This is the same thread that makes me lust after David Tenant. Bitches does strange things to a person's sexual orientation. It's like a fake magnetic north for the libido.
This is the same thread that makes me lust after David Tenant
And who wouldn't? Seriously.
So, I've got some more interviews coming up. One tomorrow. Two on Monday (one of those is a 2nd interview). One of these should pan out to an actual offer, right??
A WOMAN'S ANATOMY. My faux-Victorian sensibilities are SHOCKED.
Sorry! I'll cover my ankles, sheesh!
Sorry! I'll cover my ankles, sheesh!
Cover your ankles, but leave your gorgeous cleavage showing, 'kay?
...pale in the face of the Ankles of Discord.
the Ankles of Discord
..sounds like a Rock Band bandname.
Interrupting the fun to bitch about prednisone.
I had no evil symptoms from it, until I started the withdrawl process. Now my distance vision is blurry. Two days. I have an apointment tomorrow am. So not fun.