Checking In...
First, a clarification:
No one in my family eats at Taco Bell. All 'alternate names' are based solely on the commercials.
Further clarification: We call that bowl of...stuff (with corn, potato and apparently a Yeti) The Atrocity. I also call it "The Puke Bowl".
Now you know.
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Work has gotten better. Not perfect, but better. This change is due to a timely meeting with a good friend who specializes in...Employment issues. Much clarification was given with regard to buzz words and double speak from Big Boss; he likely has less power than he is projecting behind closed doors.
Best part? If he pulls some of the stuff he has mentioned, it's apparently against the law. Even in NC.
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I am hopelessly addicted to The Facebook, which seems to be sucking the last bits of life from me.
Well, that and diapering incontinent, elderly dogs.
The second part is even less enthralling than it sounds.
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All said, I'm off to finish watching "Run, Fat Boy, Run". Don't look at me like that.
It's Simon Freaking Pegg.
No one in my family eats at Taco Bell. All 'alternate names' are based solely on the commercials.
Further clarification: We call that bowl of...stuff (with corn, potato and apparently a Yeti) The Atrocity. I also call it "The Puke Bowl".
Now you know.
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Work has gotten better. Not perfect, but better. This change is due to a timely meeting with a good friend who specializes in...Employment issues. Much clarification was given with regard to buzz words and double speak from Big Boss; he likely has less power than he is projecting behind closed doors.
Best part? If he pulls some of the stuff he has mentioned, it's apparently against the law. Even in NC.
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I am hopelessly addicted to The Facebook, which seems to be sucking the last bits of life from me.
Well, that and diapering incontinent, elderly dogs.
The second part is even less enthralling than it sounds.
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All said, I'm off to finish watching "Run, Fat Boy, Run". Don't look at me like that.
It's Simon Freaking Pegg.
posted by rennratt at 7:57 PM
12 Comments:
I LOVE HIM.
I have eaten at Taco Bell twice (under duress). Once would have been a gracious plenty.
Glad to hear that work is more tolerable. Hold his feet to the fire, Renn!
LOL at the "breaking laws...even in NC"...that's too freakin' funny!
I'm hopelessly addicted to FB too. My hubby told me, "I think you spend too much time on Facebook." I told him, "I think you spend too much time on the couch, but you've never been willing to change THAT..."
Yup...addict. So much so that I found you...add me, please!
Patton Oswald calls it a "sadness pile in a loser bowl" - which I find hilarious.
"diapering incontinent, elderly dogs" is this some form of community service or just a hobby?
I'm with Ron...I was wondering the same thing. I'd love to be your friend on FB!!
If Simon Pegg came to my door to borrow some sugar, I'd let him in :)
He's darling...
The Facebook's Farm Town owns me. Hopelessly addicted.
Facebook just sucks up all sorts of time, doesn't it? And if you've got games on it, you're doomed. Doomed, I tell you!
I want to be your friend on Facebook!
Ooo, me too, if only to read tidbits about diapering incontinent dogs!
Doggie diapering - the new black.
Yay for better work 'stuff.' That kind of stress is a true buzzkill.
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