Cass, I will plow my way through crowds, walking speedily through terminals, having my boarding pass and ID ready, and my liquids and laptop out, my shoes off, and then back on again quickly. I will have my credit card ready, and know where the best latte is, and I will walk down the escalator rather than blocking it with myself and my bag so no one else can get through. I will find my seat quickly, and I will place one carryon under the seat in front of me and the other in the overhead bin. This I promise.
I want to travelmarry you.
This Xmas theme is poop. I'll explain later, it isn't TOO bad...
And I want to travelmarry the both of you. We would be very happy together with our one plus one mentality, plus we're very hot.
Oh, my motherfucking god. The consultants visit is over and I'm almost on vacation. I just have to write two status reports. But I'm so tired...so tired...please help me.
I also feel like my work persona has been under a microscope and I came out both well and...interestingly. I'm not sure I wanted all that.
I'm tired.
I have found what could become the beginnings of a buffista compound near me. It's only a 4br, bath house now, but it has extra rooms that could be converted, and a barn , and average. Not much to look at though: [link]
I would need to rip that paneling out right away, though.
a barn
Ponies! Or camels. Whichever.
I was thinking a second house. And the panelling could be painted.
Oh, status report, fuck. I forgot to do mine. Boss will need it before her meeting with her boss in the morning. I could do it right now! ...argh. I'm fair certain she never looks at the damn thing anyway.
I was thinking a second house. And the panelling could be painted.
Well, fine. Be sensible. I'll even paint the paneling, because I need excuses to paint, having rented for way too long.
