So, ebola has broken out in Dallas, TX. I'm actually a little surprised, since the first victims were shipped to my stomping grounds of Marietta, GA, to continue on to the Atlanta Center for Disease Control or some hospital adjunct thereto ( Read more... )

It's routine, just time consuming, nothing to worry about.

In the meantime, the cats (whose bowl is full,) have been making it very clear that I have no idea how hard it is on them when I'm not here.  One of them is in my lap all the time while the other sulks on the carpet, plotting a Return of the Lap. (I'm still waiting to see who gets cast as ( Read more... )

If Foursquare's Swarm app insists on checking me in at a movie theater 30 miles away from my actual location in Midtown Atlanta at work, doesn't that strike you as a sign that I should...at a movie theater 30 miles away from work? (hopeful eyes)

I obsessed all afternoon yesterday about the release of OPI's 2014 Spring/Summer Brazil collection, and finally told a male coworker that if I ever show up to work in a skirt and heels, he should just start shooting because I'm gone beyond all hope.

Upon seeing the collection in person, I purchased the mini set to experiment. It all looked like ( Read more... )

That I now take nail polish seriously enough that finding a dark blue that doesn't look black delights me, and the fact that it's likely a limited edition makes me a little sad.

OMG GIRLY SHIT

ETA: The polish in question is OPI's Keeping Suzi at Bay, a beautiful, TARDIS-toned creme that may become a favorite. See swatches of the entire collection ( Read more... )

That I am suddenly possessed of an urge to buy some land well outside the metro Atlanta area, build an Earthship and raise the appropriate animals on a farm I'm planning to call Totes M'Goats?

...does not include compulsive germophobia. Nope. It includes sorting and hoarding. (sigh) I haven't made it through my entire genome report yet, but so far no signs of this type of dementia.

The sorted list of hoarded to be read books:
Improving books:
The Gifts of Imperfection: Let Go of Who You Think You're Supposed to Be and Embrace Who You ( Read more... )

I learned this in someone else's LJ and deemed it to be total wish fulfillment and wanted to apply it immediately to some of the words that have come out of my mouth ( Read more... )

Is preemptive schadenfreude inappropriate when it looks as though one's bitch of a project manager is about to have her day of reckoning?

I guess it's counting chickens before they hatch, but I still hope it's a nestful of basilisks and every one of them noshes on her.

Every time a woman in a T-shirt with her ponytail sticking through the back of her baseball cap gives an interview in Oklahoma, I point and say "Emergency Work Barbie!" because so far, every single one of them that I've seen is spotless and two have been perfectly made up. People doing real emergency work are just. Not. That. Clean.