So, amongst the shitstorm of craziness I'm dealing with at my job this week, I've been assigned a task that I don't want to talk about because:

a) It is asinine
b) It is asininec) It involved a conversation in which I said, "Hey, can you forward me the email chain with the information I'll need," and the person who assigned me this task said, "No ( Read more... )

OH MY GOD, YOU GUYS, THE OUTPOURING OF LOVE FOR THAT COFFEE SHOP THING, I CANNOT EVEN. THANK YOU SO MUCH, YOU HAVE MADE MY MONTH, AND I APOLOGIZE FOR THE FACT THAT I AM NOW GOING TO FLOOD YOUR FLISTS WITH RANDOMNESS. IT IS A VERY POOR THANK YOU.

That said:

( Some navel gazing on the topic of original fiction )

I have changed my layout again, because I was lulled by the siren song of procrastination pretty graphics.

ON AN ANGRIER NOTE:

( A QUICK FEMINIST RANT BECAUSE SERIOUSLY WHAT THE HELL WAS IN THE WATER HERE TODAY: )

I filled a hilarious kinkmeme prompt out of a need to take a break and write some crack. 900 words of ridiculousness later, I don't even know if I should post this to the comms angelgazing used her damned "I wrote the Inception team as Care Bears" argument and made me cross-post this. I just. I do not even. Wut.

Title: Shit Arthur Says
Rating: PG (possibly ( Read more... )

OKAY, LET'S BE CLEAR HERE.

Time it Is Acceptable To Talk On The Phone In The Library:
-A family member is going to the emergency room, and you need to get the details while you are packing up your things.
-You yourself need to go to the emergency room, and need to secure one of those rides with sirens.
-Someone/something is on fire.

Times it ( Read more... )