Oops

No Spam this week. I'm lazy.

The internet at work is down, so I'm pdating from home on the morning of my night shift. Yes, I have to work a night shift tonight, but it's not the end of the world, really. As long as it doesn't become a habit, I'm fine.

I got my new glasses. I can seeeeeeeeee. I feel like Superman. And they look okay too.

Um.

I also think I'm going to give up on the long-hair thing. Just saying...

That is all. As you were.

Oops

No Spam this week. I'm lazy.

The internet at work is down, so I'm pdating from home on the morning of my night shift. Yes, I have to work a night shift tonight, but it's not the end of the world, really. As long as it doesn't become a habit, I'm fine.

I got my new glasses. I can seeeeeeeeee. I feel like Superman. And they look okay too.

Um.

I also think I'm going to give up on the long-hair thing. Just saying...

That is all. As you were.

Meme thing

Ask me 4 questions, no matter how dirty or random. I have to answer them honestly.

I will comment back with my answers

Do the same thing on your journal, but only if you feel like it

Please note that confidential, financial things will not be given out, no matter who asked.

Meme thing

Ask me 4 questions, no matter how dirty or random. I have to answer them honestly.

I will comment back with my answers

Do the same thing on your journal, but only if you feel like it

Please note that confidential, financial things will not be given out, no matter who asked.

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I lied

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A tummy tale

At around noon:

Me: Mmm fried tofu.
Tummy: Blech. *roils around and makes retching noises*
Me: *turns green*

At around two PM:

Me: Hm...Oatmeal?
Tummy: ...I'm still mad at you.
Me: Mmm...Oatmeal.
Tummy: *accepts...but every once and a while causes painful and refluxy burps*

At around now:

Tummy: Hi. I'm empty.
Me: ...
Tummy: Did you hear me? I want noms.
Me: But I had oatmeal less than three hours ago.
Tummy: *causes more refluxy gas in reply*
Me: I fucking hate you.

A tummy tale

At around noon:

Me: Mmm fried tofu.
Tummy: Blech. *roils around and makes retching noises*
Me: *turns green*

At around two PM:

Me: Hm...Oatmeal?
Tummy: ...I'm still mad at you.
Me: Mmm...Oatmeal.
Tummy: *accepts...but every once and a while causes painful and refluxy burps*

At around now:

Tummy: Hi. I'm empty.
Me: ...
Tummy: Did you hear me? I want noms.
Me: But I had oatmeal less than three hours ago.
Tummy: *causes more refluxy gas in reply*
Me: I fucking hate you.