2005-12-09

mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Beyond the Pale)
2005-12-09 09:31 am

We're back!

Ladies and Gentlemen, we are back!

I present to you Part 28 of Beyond the Pale.

Be nice, I haven't done this in a while. ;)
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Ride a cowboy)
2005-12-09 11:48 am

So much for that...

I was cheerfully writing up the latest instalment of Beyond the Pale last night when the phone rang for the second time. The first time had been [livejournal.com profile] luvenditti with some fun news. However, I wasn't expecting any calls, and I came close to ignoring the phone. Then I remembered that I had resolved not to ignore my phone as much, so I picked up.

It was the president of my dancing club. Turns out I was scheduled to volunteer last night but hadn't written it down in my agenda. Oops. So I left the apartment like a bat out of hell, and arrived only about twenty minutes late. Oops again. So much for going to bed early.

Luckily the class ended early, and I managed to get to bed by 11:00. It's not quite the 9:30 bedtime I'd been planning, since there will be no time for me to sleep in for a few weeks after this, nor to go to bed early, for that matter. But it was still a reasonable hour.

Organizational skills obviously need some work. Gah.

There's more, but I may reserve that for another post. Today is turning out to be equal parts stress and unremitting boredom.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Help!)
2005-12-09 02:45 pm
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Well, fuck you too

Dear coworker,

Yes, I wasn't here for the past hour. That's because I was having lunch. Just like you did an hour before me. Yes, I don't know what happened during that hour. Neither do you know what happened during the hour you were away.

This does NOT entitle you to be rude with me. It does NOT mean that you can snipe at me and then say "I don't want to talk to you because you weren't here and you don't know what went on." How old are you? Four? I stopped "not talking" to my friends when I was angry when I was still in grade school.

Either enlighten me about why you're pissed off, or else suck it the fuck up. Lord knows I don't take it out on you when I'm in a bad mood. Please show me the same courtesy. Thank you.

No love,

Me
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Dead Baby Possum)
2005-12-09 04:35 pm
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I'm in the mood for open letters today

Dear Universe,

Anytime you feel like not pissing on me anymore, you're welcome to do that. Really, you can stop anytime. I won't mind.

Sincerely,

Me