short on time
i am apparently unable to make semi-decent instant mac&cheese from the box :\
super tattooed J2, rubbing, dry sex in the chair, but so much better than just that.
tego, explaining footballers and WAGs to me: they're like puck bunnies, but for soccer!
Saturday I went to AFAC, arlington county's food bank (is that what it's called? i think so). They conveniently have bus directions on their website, but fool that i am, i forgot to bring them with me. Fortunately, I had sillyandmorbid on the phone and she was kind enough to look them up for me. I'd gotten off the bus at the wrong place, but it wasn't too far from where I needed to be, so it was ok. The neighbourhood I'd gotten off in looks like a bad neighbourhood in wheeling--the shape of the houses, and the way they sit on a little hill, and the kinds of plants that grew next to the sidewalk, so that was a little unnerving, but it wasn't hard to get there in the end.
We bagged 1300 pounds of produce, mostly, at my table anyway, peaches. There were some really nasty ones, but there were a lot that it was just a shame about because if we ate them right then they'd have been fine, but they weren't the kind of thing you could put in a bag and give away later. Later that evening, Tego suggested making a lot of peach cobbler.
my paid time's set to run out in early-mid september. it's like 'wow, this year sped by!' thank you all for a year of wonderful times ♥
Yesterday one of the feds--not a little guy--came back to my cube from the double doors leading into the office to bitch me out for not saying hi to him. His office door was shut. I was so confused about the whole thing that I was just vaguely 'i'm sorry?' because i couldn't tell if he was kind of joking, or kind of yelling at me. He seemed really offended about the whole thing, but it's like 'um. no, really, what do you want from me. my job does not involve going out of my way to say hello to you.' It was really kind of intimidating, so if something else happens i'm going to complain to my boss.
It's restaurant week! I want to go to Zola.
super tattooed J2, rubbing, dry sex in the chair, but so much better than just that.
tego, explaining footballers and WAGs to me: they're like puck bunnies, but for soccer!
Saturday I went to AFAC, arlington county's food bank (is that what it's called? i think so). They conveniently have bus directions on their website, but fool that i am, i forgot to bring them with me. Fortunately, I had sillyandmorbid on the phone and she was kind enough to look them up for me. I'd gotten off the bus at the wrong place, but it wasn't too far from where I needed to be, so it was ok. The neighbourhood I'd gotten off in looks like a bad neighbourhood in wheeling--the shape of the houses, and the way they sit on a little hill, and the kinds of plants that grew next to the sidewalk, so that was a little unnerving, but it wasn't hard to get there in the end.
We bagged 1300 pounds of produce, mostly, at my table anyway, peaches. There were some really nasty ones, but there were a lot that it was just a shame about because if we ate them right then they'd have been fine, but they weren't the kind of thing you could put in a bag and give away later. Later that evening, Tego suggested making a lot of peach cobbler.
my paid time's set to run out in early-mid september. it's like 'wow, this year sped by!' thank you all for a year of wonderful times ♥
Yesterday one of the feds--not a little guy--came back to my cube from the double doors leading into the office to bitch me out for not saying hi to him. His office door was shut. I was so confused about the whole thing that I was just vaguely 'i'm sorry?' because i couldn't tell if he was kind of joking, or kind of yelling at me. He seemed really offended about the whole thing, but it's like 'um. no, really, what do you want from me. my job does not involve going out of my way to say hello to you.' It was really kind of intimidating, so if something else happens i'm going to complain to my boss.
It's restaurant week! I want to go to Zola.