Don’t try to pick them up, try to pick them up. Then they’ll notice, guaranteed.
I thought your boat picture was hot too.
Wow, Neon Nits. I’m bookmarking that page. We used the LiceMeister Comb, which hurts a bit more than the plastic ones, but works so much better.
On another note, I hate my job, but I’ve been here for 18 years now, and damn it, I don’t know how to do anything else! It didn’t always suck, and I don’t want to try to move to another company in the industry because I’m pretty sure the suckiness is everywhere. And I’m too tired after working and dealing with the kids to sit down and try to figure out what else I might be good at. And the benefits are good here, which makes it even harder. But it’s sucking my soul!
Hey!! I think that person must work with me too!! There must be one of these stupid people at every job. Hey, i am new but i know how to do my job! If i want your stinkin’ help i’ll ask but if not just LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!!! Breathe in…breathe out… :smack:
Stupid fucking CRAMPS. My ears are blocked, I’m tired, cranky, and I’m pretty much just spending the whole day sleeping, off and on.
In fact, I think I’m going back to bed now.
Goddamn shit sucking insomnia. I saw the doc yesterday, and not only did he change my crazy pills, (which is good, cause the first ones weren’t working anymore) but he gave me some temazepam. The not sleeping well is hopefully the cause of this constant eye twitch that has been plaguing me off and on for months now, for weeks or months at a time, so he thought it was important to try something serious. So I took one last night and NOTHING. No help. No nothing that indicated that I took a drug of any sort. It’s like I’m immune. So I get up this morning and look it all up and do some reading. This shit should have put me down like an elephant gun. Bah.
The term, “crazy pills” is in no way meant to deride anyone who is clinically insane or mentally impaired. It is my way of taking the sting out of having to take antidepressants for a nasty little serotonin/dopamine problem. Who really wants to take having a broken brain so seriously?
I am on the verge of asking for different crazy pills, too. (Funny, my husband and I have been calling them that for years!) Effexor wasn’t working to well for me anymore, but now she changed my 'scrip to Effexor XR and I’m giving it a while to see if it works. Also, I’ve changed to taking it in the morning, and I’m sleeping much better…which leads me to my mini-rant:
Gosh dang it, self, quit forgetting to take your meds in the morning! It’s a pain in the @ss to have to go home at lunch to take them!
That’s what’s happening here. I went from Lexapro to Effexor. I was admonished to take my pills in the morning because of the possibility of insomnia. The reason I was taking them at night was because it’s too easy for me to forget in the morning. I will be surprised if it makes any difference.
Also, I feel a little weird. It’s hard to describe, but I expected it because it’s different meds, and the ol’ melon isn’t used to them yet. Either that’s it, or roughly four hours of sleep aren’t enough. Bleh.
I hope the new crazy pills work for you!
I hear you Faruiza. I’m pissed that my Celexa doesn’t seem to be doing anything anymore.
Also, stupid landlord who has the Perfect Apartment to rent and denied our application:
Our cats will not cause you to die. You mentioned you had an ex-girlfriend who had cats and they made you sneeze. You loved us. We loved the apartment. We re-arranged our ENTIRE budget for the next 4 months to find a way to afford to move in earlier and therefore snag the apartment when you wanted it leased. We did EVERYTHING we could. And yet, even though you thought we were awesome, the chance of our completely indoor cats giving you itchy eyes even though you’d never come into contact with them caused you to sorrowfully decline us as tenants.
Eff that. I wanted to live there so bad. You haven’t been able to get anyone to rent this awesome place since October, and I think I know why. Now my dream apartment is out of reach and I’m still depressed because my Celexa stopped working.
Plus, I possibly had some kind of miscarriage on Friday night (see my MPSIMS thread) and that’s NOT helping me feel sunny and bright.
When is spring?
After 7 relatively uneventful years with Sprint, call quality started to suffer and dropped calls; which used to be a rarity; were happening at an alarming rate.
My 3 finalists for new provider were:
- Alltel–I just about hit “send” on that Internet order, when someone at CNN or MSNBC (I forget which one was serving as electronic wallpaper in the next room at the time) said that a private equity company was taking them over.
Oh great! Customer service down the drain as the vultures strip it to flip it, ala Cerberus/Chrysler. Too bad, because they promised free minutes to/from the my 5 most commonly called numbers–even landline #s.
2)AT&T–rollover minutes. I usually don’t use all my minutes, but once or twice a year, I exceed them by 30-40 @ $0.45/min plus tax.
- Verizon-- I went with them because the $50 credit that took the phone to $0 was instant, not a wait-and-see rebate ( a wise choice considering your post), and because 3 out of my 5 most-called #s were Verizon #s, so I got 3/5 of Alltel’s deal without worrying about how many pieces my phone company was going to end up in.
Living in an unpopulous “flyover” State, I was concerned about being shunted to an inadequately-capitalized Alltel “spinoff” and being stuck there for 2 years.Alltel has already spun off its Nebraska landlines to something called Windstream.
Verizon hasn’t screwed me yet, and with so many of my minutes free AND 150 more of them than Sprint’s plan, “going over” should be a thing of the past, provided I don’t text message or use the wireless web or the GPS trip navigator.
The rates for those services are ridiculous.
Naturally, the phones with the Satanic Bill Inflator Temptators are the ones Verizon offers the freebie deals on, not the barebones Coupe that would have cost me $100 to acquire. I just gotta be strong and never stray over to those Dark Menus of Doom.
Cow-worker (and I mean that in the truest sense of the phrase), I asked if you could get a box. I know you’re working on something. We ALL are working on something. I, however am on the desk and can’t leave the room when there are students in here. You can get off of your FAT ASS and waddle back to the stacks to get one stinking box. Everyone else does it. The fucking head of the department does it. You are definitely not better than the rest of us. Quite the opposite, in fact.
Dude who just wandered in, this is a library. Yes, we have books in here. Very perceptive of you! Here’s a cookie! Bye now!