The job pool is somewhat akin to the dating pool, somewhat dank and murky, with that ominous feeling that someone has urinated over in the deep end ( Read more... )

Ding Dong the work term is dead, a little sooner than I had hoped for considering the Giftmas crunch but my illness this week no doubt prompted the heave-ho. Another interview today where I will attempt to self medicate enough to be mobile and not gross people out on public transit with my mucous ( Read more... )

My spongey immune system strikes again. Came home last night and crashed only to wake up this morning with the plague....it's fun for the whole family. No voice, no appetite and enough phelgm for the whole class ( Read more... )

I think people in the 1950's had it all wrong. Anytime I have to sew, iron or perform some other sort of 'female chore' I demonstrate the fact that I was not born to do any of those things. Women's Lib. has become biological, my sewing looks like a shaky crack whore got a hold of the needle, my ironing like blind simians (all thumbs) tried to press ( Read more... )

Sick again, or maybe allergies, regardless I'm breaking my "will not take anymore sick days off" promise and staying home. brokenmellcifer, you can have my helping of "speshul" monkey chow today, I hear it's only meant for the full-timers anyway ( Read more... )

Panic tonight for Duran Duran...see *some* of you there;)

A decent work day that has left me slightly more enamoured with the Brits. Here's hoping I'll be adopted;)

So it seems that by 'fixing' my hair I actually meant 'fry it with bleach and than have to crop it something fierce'....so once again...back to basics and sort of a chemical induced 80's mop


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Good weekend. Depeche Mode fest last night and much talking of shit. I was able to dance (a.k.a bump into people), whilst gawking at images of David Gahan in all his H-glory and brokenmellcifer's new 'do ( Read more... )

OMEGA 3 works for me (screw you hooked on phonics ( Read more... )