I secretly run around the house pantless
People always make fun of my name.
Jimmy jo jim jumbuck jino is nothing to laugh at.
Jimmy jo jim jumbuk jino
I already heard the big news about your big walking-down-the-street-that-caved-in mishap, please refer to your myspace page for more info. Seriously I hope you aren’t in too much pain. You are the most accident prone lady I know! Please fill me in on the details though, I want to know exactly how this happened.
I need to cancel a report of a stolen bicycle I made through the website:
“This confirms that your declaration has been submitted to An Garda Síochána. Thank you for using our Online Declaration. Please retain your unique confirmation ID ‘[REDACTED]’ for future reference.”
It turned out to be my neighbour. He brought it back. I’m terribly sorry for wasting your time.
you haven’t really lived until you’ve seen the accounts department drunk and whooping at a belly dancer
Stop asking new programmers to the team if they would eat a dog since dogs have no souls. I left your madness happily.
i am wearing a new pair of jeans and they are a s ize smaller than my old ones. i ordered new ones in the same size as the old ones and i could pull them down with the button fastened and zipper up.
How do we separate from what we could do from what we should do?
There are a lot of fabulous things in life that don’t include a baby… what would that be like?
Sex, travel, options, adventure, love, Paris whenever,
Will we have enough to make up for the fact that we don’t have a child?
Thanks for the help with the website quick wins – look forward to receiving the costs later today. In addition, there are 3 more campaign elements I’d like ballpark costs for if possible. They are as follows:
- Update landing page design
- Integration of a social aggregator
- An App that can translate a cats meow into English (can be on website or an app within the app store)
Please cost these generously based on the little we know about their site and the code so we are covered if they decide to pursue the ideas.
Getting over my fear of dying in space
It has been weeks since we last spoke, I have followed up with you since then. Tried to reach out to you via phone, email, sms, called out your colleague on Twitter as well - no response.
Just buy already
below are some photos of the current rat situation. at this point I have laid wire mesh along the entire length of the side yard along the house wall - they definitely have a nest down there somewhere. this includes recent holes behind the restaurant air-conditioner that I’ve filled 3 times in a week and now covered with mesh. I ripped out the ground cover in the front as they seemed to like to hide in there but we’re back to huge burrows in the front yard. I’m getting ready to cover that with mesh next, but that’s a bit unrealistic. I’ve also tried sprinkling a anti-rat powder and bought cheesy plastic owls!
I think J told you about the rats in the garbage. he continues to have to be the person who empties the trash bin on mon/wed/fri and if we’re not home to do it, the trash sits in there for weeks. rats are in and out constantly. the trash being thrown on the ground at night in front of the restaurant doesn’t help either.
all this to ask if you are getting the metal bins/lids for the big box? and can you work with the restaurant to have them put their trash in a metal bin at night - with a lid?
thanks as always
After a quick look they appear to be hell bent on destroying this thing.
How’s it going in New Zealand? I bought 23 horse boxes today and now I sell them on to buy winter fuel. Also I am no longer Dutch.
hugs and kisses,
Greetings! Little happiness here though- i bet you think that you r a better dancer but fat chance. don’t evr try to x me again.
i’ll catch you out on the wayside.. or not, if you believe Mr
Thanks for your salutations,
Yes, it was me
but it was funny, dont forget that
Today sucked. You know why? I got stuck in the freakin bathroom stall.
The police MAN came into the WOMAN’s bathroom to get me out. And guess what? They failed. I was still in the freakin bathroom stall. I had to climb under the stall to reach the one next to it to get out. This day freakin sucked! SO, how was yours? P.S. There is a thunder storm right now as I type this email (in Auston, Texas What kind of sunny place had thunder storms?!?) . God, what else can happen to me?
Thank you for sending me the card. It was beautiful - I love how intricate it was and I can tell how much time you put into making it.
Sometimes when I see them I feel sad, thinking about how much you can love someone, enough to make them works of art that they can’t even be bothered to thank you for because they are too overwhelmed with their lives and their own feelings. How you might think I’m better than I actually am, or maybe just see the person that I could be. It makes me feel guilty for not being that person, and then annoyed and more guilty for not being able to just appreciate a stupid card.
I want to be a better person in your life, and in everyone’s lives. Thank you. I will try to send this email for real at some point. Maybe without all the feelings stuff.
PS. The confetti’s always a nice touch.
I couldn’t find you on Facebook or any other social network, but that doesn’t surprise me… because you were always too cool for the rest of us anyway. With your Portuguese accent, fiery love for soccer, habit of calling us young tigers, and that office desk of yours with nothing ever on it — you were the best modern renaissance badass woman boss employer person. Sorry, that’s a lot of words.
Anyways, I’m sure you’re still busy inspiring your team to ‘stop chasing other people’s tails and find your own roar.’ But… I hope I can see you again sometime when I’m visiting. I’ve always wanted to tell you that even though I’m still working on my roar, you helped me find my meow first.