Tacticslion |
I have no idea what you're talking about.
(I know exactly what you're talking about.)
Anyway, in an entirely new and original post that certainly wasn't cut/pasted:
Ah. "Freshmen Flu" here - yeah, it's a thing. And you don't need to go get drunk to catch it.
(Again, ask me how I know.)
Though, yes, those that partook of the drinking parties were universally more ill than those that did not, so it certainly doesn't help.
EDIT: dang it, I kept my clothes on in college, and I'm gonna do it here: *dressed*
And Inwill have no talk of "karma" or "Justice" or whatever: I clearly don't deserve this! >:/
(Okay, I clearly deserved this.)
lynora |
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Blergh. Today is determined to kill me by millimeters. >.<
Somehow a factory recall and an oil change (should take an hour) turned into a major service that cost ten times what we had planned (it's fine, just yet more credit card debt we would rather not have) that took over four hours. I mean, at least I had an audiobook to listen to. And I did finish knitting a sock. But I had the grumpy service dude who hated that every time he came back to me with something else that needed done I made him explain exactly what it was and why it was necessary before I would approve the work, and then at the end had the gall to pull out a coupon. How dare I be an informed customer! :P
Got home, ate lunch, went to pick up kidlet, and then he showed up after major conflicts with two separate teachers. We split up the emails. I get to write one and my husband gets to write one. I get the photography teacher who is giving him a hard time about asking for clarification on assignments because he needs to be told something directly and can't infer information easily. (New year, new round of emails to remind his teachers that high functioning doesn't mean he isn't still autistic and does actually need those accommodations) and my husband gets to email the teacher who didn't intervene when his classmate was screaming insults and threats at him in class. Yes, the kidlet can be annoying sometimes, but that's no excuse not to stop her from behaving like that. It at least deserved a verbal reprimand. Not impressed.
And the maintenance guys never showed up today to look at the broken stove. It's our only old appliance. We've had to have all the others replaced. It's only been a matter of time. But in the meantime I can't cook at home. Well, I can use the deep fryer. And the grill. And the microwave. So I can get by until it's repaired/replaced, but not easily. Cooking in the deep fryer is a whole production, I'm crap at the grill, and we're not much for microwave dinners. I bake or pan fry practically everything I make. Which is really hard to do when the oven and burners won't heat properly. Grr. I knew it wasn't going to be fixed today, but they should have at least looked at it to be able to order what they needed. Now they won't look at it until Monday at the earliest, which means I'm probably going to be having to figure out a whole week's worth of meals at least before I have a working stove again.
Stupid rassumfrassum day full of annoyances. >:(
Limeylongears |
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Old Durgon wrote:You kids need to learn to share your sticks!
And don't hit each other with them...Last I heard, sharing each others' sticks gave you a lot worse than splinters.
Flees
Some sandpapering, a drop of linseed oil, and a lorra lorra TLC.
That's all you need, Alec Douglas Home.
John Napier 698 |
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What does one do with 100ft of rope?
Other than like.. extreme skipping.
Human Yo-yos. Tie a loop around a person's waist. Wrap the rope around the person. Tie the loose end to a bridge, and toss the person off the bridge. Bonus points if the person is still in one piece when finished. :) *KIDDING!*
Wizard Testing Facility |
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PLEASE EVACUATE IN AN ORDERLY FASHION>>>
DO NOT RUN, WALK PLEASE, IN AN ORDERED LINE, ARRANGED ALPHABETICALLY, NUMERICALLY, AND ARISTOCRATICALLY FROM TALLEST TO SHORTEST.
WHEN YOU HAVE EXITED THE FACILITY SEEK IMMEDIATE REFUGE UNDER THE NEAREST BOMB SHELTER, HOWEVER WE ASK THAT YOU REMAIN CALM AND DO NOT PAN-*BOOM!!*
Tequila Sunrise |
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So my car is slowly accruing minor issues. I can still drive it, but I'd like to get a new car soon. A brand new car, for the first time ever! However, large purchases and large sums of money give me anxiety and I have a terrible habit of procrastinating until things get dire and then I make mistakes.
But my wife has really educated herself about money and credit, and is super excited about the idea of me getting a brand new car. (She got hers last year.) So she agreed to visit a dealership earlier this week to look at a particular car that I like. While there, the sales team sweet-talked her into signing some papers "Just to keep the car on the lot until TS finalizes the deal." Oh, and the dealership was kind enough to offer to deliver the car to my home so that I can test drive it.
My wife comes home, I start reading the paperwork that I had no idea she had signed, and one of them says something to the effect that "Upon delivery of this vehicle, you are obligated to buy it." >:( I text the saleswoman who had left me several messages by this point, to tell her in no uncertain terms that I have not agreed to buy this vehicle and do not come to my home. They do not deliver the car as they intended, so fair enough.
But then I talk to my wife last night, and she reminds me that her signature is on a bunch of paperwork, which may obligate her to take out a loan for a car she doesn't want. So today I call the dealership for the first time, and end up talking to the finances guy who helped sweet-talk her into signing. What. An. A#%~!!%. My wife assures me that all the salespeople are very nice, and I'm sure they are when they think they're about to make a sweet sale. But this guy tried every trick in the book to avoid promising to tear up those documents, and to get me down to the dealership. Innocence, cajoling, stonewalling, mock outrage, even called me a liar. I ended up hanging up on him in the middle of his screed, and I never do that!
I am not a lawyer and I have no guarantee that those documents actually are shredded, so I'm going to hold off on my car search just to make sure my wife doesn't find herself with a surprise loan. And hey, it'll give me a chance to get my game together before I do buy. But holy crap, what an awful experience!
I've read that the U.S. has certain laws which are the underlying reason that car buying is such a headache and why car dealerships lean heavily toward the sweet-talking hard-selling amoral end of the business spectrum.