(We ended up at a beach on the French side. It’s nude optional.)
I don’t need this, but I want it..! J
Wore a new cover up this afternoon.
It dyed my entire body blackish blue. I got most of it off….but not all.
So, tomorrow will be cool.
Girls are trained to say, ‘I wrote this, but it’s probably really stupid.’ Well, no, you wouldn’t write a novel if you thought it was really stupid. Men are much more comfortable going, ‘I wrote this book because I have a unique perspective that the world needs to hear.’ Girls are taught from the age of seven that if you get a compliment, you don’t go, ‘Thank you’, you go, ‘No, you’re insane.’
Most girls, no matter how thin, have an inner fat kid who comes out on special occasions (read: when certain foods are presented to her). Here they are. 5. Cheese dip and chips. Walk into a Mexican/Tex-Mex restaurant during happy hour/dinner and youâre guaranteed to see approximately 874 groups of girls. And it ainât because…
This is incredibly accurate.
I’m seriously considering trying it after I get back from Spring Break.
Teresa Giudice stepped out in leopard-print pajamas while running errands after pleading guilty to fraud charges on March 5
Felons, they’re just like us!
This is a good thing.
So I have a weird office, compared to others in my building, in that my doors are double doors covered in glass (most of the others are solid doors). I have shades over them, because awkward. Whenever I’m on a conference call or video conference (which is DAILY), I close the doors to block out the sound/be respectful of others since it can get loud. People on the other side can hear that I’m talking, but can’t really see well because of the shades.
EVERY GOD DAMN TIME I’m on a call, someone barges into my office, completely disregards that I’m actively on a conference call (like, in the middle of talking) and asks me for something stupid like a pen. Multiple people have actually barged in, and used my fax machine while I was on a video call. Now. I am not a secretary. I am not an office manager. SO, I do not get this shit (I swear it’s the doors). Moreover, I don’t understand why they can’t fucking knock and think it’s ok to barrel in, ignore the fact that I’m in a meeting, and proceed to talk to me, use my shit.
I’m going to start putting a sign on my door that says “In a meeting, please do not disturb.” But what I really want to put up is “Kindly, fuck off.”
And a long time ago I worked in an office and looked like this. I brought this in today to show my students who always bug me about my haircut that I’ve already done the long hair thing. -j (June 2008)