We have a high school swim team staying at the hotel for the next three days. Earlier today I overheard a fragment of a debate about whether or not using lotion when shaving one's legs was unmanly. Alas, the debate raged while the swimmers were going to their rooms, and was not decided while they were within earshot ( Read more... )

It has hurt for nine and a half hours. It seems greatly interested in continuing to hurt ( Read more... )

Valentine's Day has come and gone, and for the third big year I have managed to not strangle anyone before V-Day arrived. Oddly enough, I almost miss the five million calls a day about jacuzzi suites. On second thought, I don't miss that. I just miss the rage that accompanies those calls. Now that my murderous urges have abated I am once again ( Read more... )

how two men or two women marrying each other violates the sanctity of my marriage or anyone else's? When I got married I made a lifetime commitment to my husband. It's OUR job to maintain whatever sanctity that commitment carries. Short of one of us being abducted by a member of the same sex and being forced to marry him or her at gunpoint, I ( Read more... )

I just realized why I never, ever, EVER need to start writing fanfic. The world REALLY does not need Gollum/Shelob slash. As a matter of fact, my brain is threatening to launch itself at high velocity from my right ear for even thinking of it ( Read more... )

If you have not actually inquired about a jacuzzi suite at my place of employment, feel free to disregard the preceeding public service announcement.

Especially that last part.

You may also choose just to leave off the last three words of that last part if you like, as long as you aren't considering doing it at my hotel this weekend.

No, we do not have jacuzzi suites for Valentine's Day.

Please do not make me spend fifteen minutes giving you every single detail about them before you ask if we have them for Valentine's Day.

No, we do not have them for Friday either.

No, we don't have any other suites available for this weekend.

No, I don't know of any other hotel that still has them ( Read more... )

As a matter of policy I try to maintain my delusions of human decency. However, every so often I have a thought so offensive that I can no longer deny that my soul is a vile cesspool and that I will either spend eternity burning in Hell or living my next several incarnations as an intestinal parasite.

Tonight I had one of those thoughts.

sara_bellum and I ( Read more... )

I did manage to take a picture of my feet today, as the observant reader may already have noticed. I also managed to create just the thing for contentious message boards:


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part of why I have such a hard time talking about how I'm feeling with other people. One tends to attract odd looks when one announces things like "I feel like I've had a bunch of little beetles trying desperately to cling to a vegetable-oil-coated glass ball inside my head for the past two days." Well, as it so happens that's how I've felt for ( Read more... )