We, the Mayans, predict the world will end December 21, 2012. We did not predict Cortes. Our bad. What time zone DOES the rapture start in, anyways? Mountain time? That would suck for Colorado, they just legalized dope and for some reason I feel drawn to be a tourist to that state.
Well, fuck, kid woke up at 11:30. She'd been sleeping through the night for a couple of months, but then Thursday and Friday night she woke up around 2 AM angry and tired and annoyed, and couldn't get back to sleep. At least it was at 11:30 tonight. If she isn't teething, I swear to Christ I don't think I'll be able to handle it when she finally does. She is 8 months old today, and still hasn't popped a single tooth. On the bright side, our Vegas trip has been booked. It is only a three night trip, so we won't be there very long, but the plan is to take in a couple of shows, gamble a bit, and enjoy not having a child around (Lots of sex and sleeping in). On the not-so-bright side, my new boss is a giant raging cunt (only the 2nd woman ever to earn that particular title from me) that I am growing to loathe more and more each day. The interesting part is that she has gotten this far under my skin without me ever having worked with her.
For those of you whom bother to read some of my posts, you know I tend to be a political animal. Anyway, reading about the fiscal cliff, CNN had this article up today which nominally has to do with the fiscal cliff, but is more about negotiation. I thought it was a pretty cool article. Fiscal cliff negotiations show how not to make a deal.
Yeah I'd be weary of anyone who predicts the end of times but can't foresee the immediate destruction of their entire culture.
I'm guessing I probably read this on here during the rapture business last year. 1. Find a place where folks are waiting for the world to end outdoors. 2. Dress sex dolls and fill them full of helium. 3. Release dolls into air. 4. Watch people freak the fuck out that they're not being taken as well.
Per the boyfriend's Christmas list request, my mission for my day off today is to go and purchase him a man purse. Question: Do I put a picture of his testicles inside it, or do I fill it with tampons?
But those with foresight are always blinded to their own fate. Unless of course they survive the spice trance, take the Imperial Throne, and sit helplessly while legions carry out a galactic holy war in their name. That doesn't happen very often though.
I don't know where else to put this, but my god parodies of this song need to fucking stop... If you even were remotely close to the pace and cadence of the verses it would be one thing, but this is just an abomination.
Make sure you hide his keys and wallet inside whatever mess you fill it with. He might as well get used to rooting around in there for twenty minutes every time he has to find his shit.
You're going to burn your day off on this? I don't think there's any saving the relationship, frankly. It's a pretty short trip from carrying a purse to being spanked in a dimly lit nightclub by a hairy, leather-clad man named Bruno.
I know what you can get him... <a class="postlink" href="http://m.worldstarhiphop.com/video.php?v=wshh1D3T5419a3a64q1H" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://m.worldstarhiphop.com/video.php? ... 19a3a64q1H</a>
Christmas tree is (almost) decorated (save for the pterodactyl I just bought to use as a tree topper) so now I get to move on to making cookies. After that is the mulled wine. Now the big question is whether to put almonds, pecans, pistachios or walnuts in the cookies I'm making with dried cherries and white chocolate chips. This is so much more fun than dealing with finals, and I think I can put that off for a few more days. Edit for relevance: Spending my afternoon off shopping for a pterodactyl for boyfriend and baking cookies is (in my opinion) more fun than murse shopping. Sorry Angel.
Waiter identifies table as "fat girls." link, scroll down for video I'm not sure why they're upset? Should he have put "fat lesbians" instead?
Jesus, my heart belongs to Coeur de Pirate. Her voice brings me to my knees. As does the rest of her. Spoiler Et aussi, en français...
I presented my case report today to the department and met with HR. The last 4 days of this clinical should be pretty easy. I'm torn between working out and drinking. It's only 4:30.
Literally in the same predicament (though it's 5:30 here you lush), I put my gym bag in front of the fridge to see if that guilts me into going.