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thessalian) wrote2004-10-05 09:40 am
thessalian) wrote2004-10-05 09:40 am
Fuckwittage, fuckwittage!
...I'm very confused.
I've been promising a self-made mix to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
commonpeople for awhile now; it only comes up on occasion, but when I remember I think, "Shit, have to do that" and then something else comes up and poof. I mentioned this in a reply I made to a comment by commonpeople and he said, "If mine and kixie's plan comes to fruition, we'll be meeting you soon."
Excuse me? There are plans now?
...You're not all stalking me, are you?
I so much did not want to get out of bed this morning. Still, there are letters to type and much fun to be had as I deal with fuckwittage. I don't understand why Dr Slevin can't stick his head out into my office and ask for coffee, rather than ringing my extension. He could bring out his mug while he's about it. Then again, I can't blame him for not wanting to touch his mug this morning -- he left about 3cm of coffee in there from the cup I made him last Tuesday and it looked more like a petri dish. And guess who got to wash it? Whee. Fighting off one's gag reflex is a perfect way to start the day.
Those scans radiology was looking for? They arrived today. Someone's a fuckwit and I'm damn sure it's not me.
I've been promising a self-made mix to
commonpeople for awhile now; it only comes up on occasion, but when I remember I think, "Shit, have to do that" and then something else comes up and poof. I mentioned this in a reply I made to a comment by commonpeople and he said, "If mine and kixie's plan comes to fruition, we'll be meeting you soon."Excuse me? There are plans now?
...You're not all stalking me, are you?
I so much did not want to get out of bed this morning. Still, there are letters to type and much fun to be had as I deal with fuckwittage. I don't understand why Dr Slevin can't stick his head out into my office and ask for coffee, rather than ringing my extension. He could bring out his mug while he's about it. Then again, I can't blame him for not wanting to touch his mug this morning -- he left about 3cm of coffee in there from the cup I made him last Tuesday and it looked more like a petri dish. And guess who got to wash it? Whee. Fighting off one's gag reflex is a perfect way to start the day.
Those scans radiology was looking for? They arrived today. Someone's a fuckwit and I'm damn sure it's not me.
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1) Instant nuke.
2) Long lingering roast over hot coals.