my feet hurt
First day of work today, and the only chance I got to sit down was at lunch at at one bathroom break.
My, how the mighty have fallen.
First day of work today, and the only chance I got to sit down was at lunch at at one bathroom break.
My, how the mighty have fallen.
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National Novel Writing Month Maybe THAT will get me off my sorry ass.
A separate bathroom to lock each cat into when they get out of hand. A walk-in closet. Large storage area. A private entrance. MY OWN WASHER AND DRYER! Is this not beautiful to behold?
[Obligatory note: If you read this as a personal attack on your participation in sports or in a sports event, then you haven’t read what I’ve written. I may not understand the point of sports, but I don’t understand the point of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches either. I will still defend to the death…
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Sal is on Sal’s bad side, Slipperman. I’ve made a series of decisions since the end of September that have resulted in far more strife and bad feelings than I ever imagined they would. I’m too proud to say I’m sorry. Hell, I’m not sorry. I still feel I was in the right. But because…
That sounds brutal.
I hope you have epsom salts.
HUG
"I’m so sorry your feet hurt. I can REALLY empathize with that," she says as her feet squirm, writhe and arythmically tap under her desk.
I know it’s only day 1, but how is it so far (as far as co-workers go)?
Alli