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Your comments are getting a lot saltier these days, Kelly. And I like that.
I’m a little bit embarrassed to post this comment because I haven’t visited VG for awhile (I went back to school–yay for me!–and I’ve been busy), but can anyone tell me what happened to Gabe? I like Kelly just fine; I’m just curious.
HBC–What a great idea! She didn’t even cross my mind, but she’d be awesome.
I had a pretty good day. Had lunch with a fun co-worker and am eating takeout for dinner right now. I’m going to take a short nap, go for a quick walk and then sit down and enjoy episode after episode of The C Word. I just discovered this series and downloaded season one. I saw the pilot and am intrigued.
I’m with Gabe on this one. Who drives around in a rental car with OPEN tubes of paint in the backseat? Where in the hell did he get his sense of entitlement from, anyway? People like this make my ass sick.
Does Chewbacca drink Cachaca?
Does anyone remember that opening scene in “My Big Fat Greek Wedding” when the dad was soaking his elbow in a bowl of Windex? Nothing was said–it was just a fleeting moment. And (much to the devastation of my son) I was the ONLY person in the theater sophisticated enough to “get” the joke. I laughed with reckless abandon. I still giggle about it.
I liked Gabe’s Taylor Swift rant way better than this one.
I absolutely loathe group projects for this very reason. Hope you has something tasty for lunch.
I had a terrific Friday–I went zip lining for the first time! Really cool.
I’m so sorry about your day, flanny. I HATE when I cry at work. It has to be pretty bad for me to get that that point, but I’ve been there a couple of times over the last year or so. Hope your pool time took your mind off the assholes at your work.
Good news/bad news on my cat. The vet couldn’t find any liver or kidney problems, but she’s not sure why Oreo is losing weight so quickly. So she’s checking for infectious diseases tomorrow, and if nothing shows up with that, we’ll need to investigate further. Oreo is such a little sweetie. I hate that she may be suffering.
This Week’s Associate Gummer’s Pick: “I was just talking the other day, that there aren’t enough lady hermits.” By facetaco about the Winona Ryder story
Well done, ft. You deserved it.
I had one of those “I wish I had prepared something the night before but now I’m late for work and I just have to grab anything that’s not moldy in the fridge” kind of lunches. It ended up being an egg and cheese sandwich on wheat bread, a small can of lima beans, and cut up strawberries.
I heard Star Jones is looking for work.
This is just a teensie bit off topic, but the weirdest thing is happening at my work. A lady walked down the hall a little bit ago singing Venus (make my dreams come true–that one; not the Bananarama one) at the top of her lungs. Then about ten minutes later, some guy comes down the SAME hallway, whistling the SAME song. I’m slightly freaked out. I think I may need some cloudy SmartWater.
I called the maintenance guy at work an asshole today (because he was being one) and he gave me a cold can of Coke as an olive branch of apology.
Oh, and I’m still laughing about Fanny’s butt debut on Antiques Roadshow and its subsequent mis-identification.
I am proud to say I will be watching all-American icon Barry Manilow as he showcases his patriotic chops on the National Mall tomorrow (on PBS–check local listings).
Chicken in a Biskit crackers are my generation’s heroin.
What the f*ck is Glenn even talking about?
I don’t know which was more annoying, the crazy rope walker or the blathering newscasters.
I am wiping away tears of laughter about your “awaiting input” robotic response to the annoying weekend questions from your coworker. I have the PERFECT annoying person to try this out on at my work.
This begs the question: was there a slew of Katniss babies last year?