In case anyone has forgotten, I am channonyarrow at GJ as well ( Read more... )

If this weekend does not involve the barrel tasting in the Tri Cities, then it will by god involve my Victorian dress.

Because that is how I roll, and I want to wear a damn bustle.

I can too have a song called "It's Not A Fashion Statement, It's A Fucking Death Wish" if I want on my playlist. I'm familiar with the word fuck, thanks. I know what it means, I use it a lot, I use it at work, I am down with the word fuck. Plz to not be censoring my songs, bitch. "It's Not A Fashion Statement, It's A Death Wish" is just sort of ( Read more... )

If nothing else I am getting paid a lot of money to learn that people are stupid.

- Phone calls

There is no such thing as a "wrong number". The preferred way to deal with the person who answers the phone, assuming the idiot has done the dialing, is to insist, insist that they be able to give you the directions to South Seattle Community College ( Read more... )

In the same vein of thought as the post of the other day, where I ranted and ranted about my inability to express what I wanted freely, without needing to worry about offending my friends (and out of which has come nothing, to date) I missed a key point ( Read more... )

After the post of yesterday - and the comments, thanks - I've made a decision about this journal ( Read more... )