So my boss just called me an hour ago to inform me that our twelve day bushwhacking, helicoptering, tent-camping expedition to the deep deep jungle that we were supposed to embark on tomorrow HAS BEEN POSTPONED. FOR AT LEAST A WEEK. ...AUGH.

Not her fault, not anyone's fault, nothing we can do about it. Boss Dennis had already broken the news ( Read more... )

So, I meant to do this days ago, fffff.

( Under the cut: My Chemical Romance, Bad Rabbits, Black Cards, and Travie McCoy are AWESOME, teenaged fans of Gerard Way/Pete Wentz are largely ANNOYING, hanging out with said teenaged fans is AWKWARD AND EMBARRASSING, Tyler Glenn is a DOUCHEBAG, PB&J French Fries are DELICIOUS, my friends are FANTASTIC, and I think my feet may have finally stopped HURTING. )

Today, after work, WE WENT TO THE POOL. We went in the hot tub, and then we went down the water slide about a gajillion times, and then we played around with the pool floaties and the water-jet play sculpture in the kiddie pool, and then... then we found out what That Rope in the regular pool is for. Apparently, when under supervision by a ( Read more... )