That was a really craptastic post, wasn’t it?
I’m just gonna’ sit here and twiddle my thumbs until somebody rescues me. I mean, really.
I’m looking at you, AngelPants.
I’m not AngelPants, but I’m posting anyway.
I don’t sunburn. I’m half-Japanese, you see. Don’t hit me! I’m not a vegetarian- does that make up for not sunburning at all? I’m a light beige all year round, even in winter.
I’m starting to get extraordinarily excited because in under a week Mr. Lissar and I will be flying to Iowa (State of Excitement) for my best friend’s wedding! Although she’s making me wear something that isn’t black. I also get to meet Osgie in person for the first time, and that should be fun.
This ties in because of the continuing bacon-bush theme, you see. Iowa is pig-intensive, and i’m sure we’ll be touring hog confinments, and pork product stores, and things. So if there are bacon bushes, I think they’ll be in Iowa.
Not only do I suburn fantastically well, thank you, but as a child I was as photosensitive as a roll of unexposed film. Any sunlight and I broke out in hives all over. It was pretty.
Add in my allergy to mosquitoes (I blow up like a puffer fish pretty much) and general distaste for dirt and bugs and other icky stuff like that there and what do you get?
A really dull kid who reads a lot in her room that’s what.
Plus I never was an early riser, always preferred staying up late. Used to frustrate Mom no end when she’d send me to my room for punishment and I’d just take a nap. Sleeping during the day was easy for me. Probably why I work at night now…
Hey…
Sleep during the day… work at night… in a big room full of blood… Holy Crap! I think I’m a vampire!
But… I absolutely love garlic.
Whew, that was a close one.
Ex, I believe AngelPants is out of town this week. I distinctly recall trying to wheedle a souvenir T-shirt out of him when he announced he’d be gone, and I recall equally distinctly that he ignored my wheedle.
To randomly answer your answers:
- major undecided, but leaning towards education with a math minor.
- don’t sweat the interview thing - he managed to find the people he needed, although the company wouldn’t always let him hire the people he wanted.
- I’m hoping he’ll get to captain again in October, since the production run starts in mid-Sept.
Now, a suggestion - perhaps you could draft your email in a word processor, then cut and paste.
And, for one and all: TGIF!!!
I have a very good reason for not writing in Word or something and then c&p-ing into e-mail.
That would be the smart, logical, non-frustrating and reasonable thing to do, so I’m obviously not qualified.
Oh. Ah. I see now my A-Cup Temptress. (You said that too. Only it was in another thread (that I’m too lazy to link to even though I know how to link straight to your post) and you left out the “Temptress” part, but there were definitely boobies being discussed.) Silly me, my mistake.
Good news dwyr, you’re not a vampire! Yay! But do you get really crabby about once a month? You’re probably a werewolf. It’s something to think about.
(Did you feel bad that I didn’t talk about your boobies? I can if it makes you feel better. I’d do that for you, because I care.)
Speaking of “boobies”, Ex, you are a boob. Just thought I’d say that. So I did.
-Rue. (what was I thinking?)
I’m not a vegetarian, in fact, I barely eat any vegetables at all! Tonight, I will be having a very nice, two-inch thick steak from an organically raised cow (steer?) (this meat is sooooo good, melt-in-your-mouth, juicy, tender, wonderful steak). This meat needs no tenderizer, no marinade, no fancy anything to cover or distract from its natural goodness–I slap it on the grill with nothing but garlic salt and if you want to complain about the way I cook steak, well you can just kiss my grits (actually, I’ve never made or even tasted grits, but I occasionally channel a TV truck stop waitress from the '80’s). And I make roast beef or roast turkey with mashed potatoes and gravy to die die for (but not to die of–I take no responsibility for anyone else’s cholesterol). And meatloaf–okay, my meatloaf is only fair, but I’m good with pock chops, so I’m still jake. (Jake as in doing okay, not as in a name, because I’m still Kallessa, and that’s not gonna change, no sireebob.)
So the wedding is still on. And it can be held indoors because I’m not much of a sun person, either. I don’t burn, I just don’t like the heat. We can honeymoon in Britain–there’s never any sun in Britain.
And finally, Rue, what about my boobies? Just because I come from Sexy intelligent Woman Island doesn’t mean that you can ignore my boobies–frankly, they’re pretty difficult to ignore, if you catch my meaning.
Kallessa (exit bouncing)
Oh, I get really crabby about once a month but I’m positive it has nothing to do with werewolves.
As for boobies, I work with a whole passel of 'em so I’ve had quite enough, thank you.
It’s off to the tearoom tomorrow! Woohoo!