I'm back like a Ribwich.

[absolutelyvile]

I took a test today. A sucktacular souldraining test. Score is acceptable, but my frantic feelings that I'm making the wrong choice are throwing everything out of whack.

I just found an illustrated chart about bed sores while cleaning the library.

Regis Philbin has an xmas cd.

Tomorrow night I'll be eating fondue in an indoor ship. That's

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[spin_the_blade]

Some say the Ribwhich never left. Some say the Ribwhich grew a beard and still lives in the hearts of children. But that's a damn lie!

[breathlessgin]

Butt-pirates!

[nectareal]

And you deleted a happy post about having received two letters of rec because it was "a poor post?"

[absolutelyvile]

No, I deleted it because I realized I have some other information and I want to combine into a bigger post when I'm ready.

You have not responded to calls or messages.

[nectareal]

YOU DO NOT EVEN UNDERSTAND THE LENGTHS I HAVE GONE THROUGH TO POST THIS FUCKING COMMENT!!!!@! w dadasdjoiasdjoajfsodfj!!~!

::throws both my laptop and Steve's computer across the room::

I didn't see you had called until I shut my phone off in the theatre for the late showing of GoF. I don't know why I didn't actually HEAR you call given I don't remember being away from my phone other than occassionally at work.

I had no messages, however, either on cell or answering machine.

WHat are you up to today? I am going to Tiney's party in a few. WHen are you leaving for GA?

[absolutelyvile]

I'm guessing your comp is acting up? :)

No message... I know I called your house once and your cell twice and was pretty sure I'd left a message on the cell, but I may have simply hung up. My house hates me cell phone and makes it randomly beep at me if I'm too far from the door.

I have a 7 am meeting at Barnes and Noble tomorrow.