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2008-01-29 11:02 AM meep finished it, formatted it according to their directions and form provided, and sent it off.
now, we wait. i will not compulsively check my email every thirty seconds. i'll wait forty-five. heh. **** thanks for all the good vibes. :) **** i received a phone call very early this morning. when i picked it up, there was no one else on the line. this is quite strange, as normally i don't receive calls like that unless it's the knight (and he'd already left) or my momma. so, i rang the front desk to find out wtf. the Weird Chick said it was just some guy. (she's never met the Weekend Guy, so she doesn't know his voice.) i am seriously starting to wig. so, i pow-wow with Gem and see if a "no-contact" order is in ...well, order. apparently here, you have to have a good reason, and someone using a trash can as a urinal, web-camming porn at work, and calling seven times in a day isn't enough. (yes, he called seven times yesterday. he feels that 1) i had no right to look at his computer, and 2) i'm just pissed off because i want a piece of him and i didn't get it. are you fucking kidding me? i have enough on my plate and i have a man, tyvm, who is all i can handle and then some. not to mention this guy is Creepy Incarnated. sheesh.) okay. i say to myself, "Self? What's the next best thing?" the Posse. i caught up to Buddy and let him know. he's got it down and i feel better. **** the knee and surrounding boneage is bruised. the skin looks all right, but it is very, very sore. i'm familiar with bone bruises (don't ask, don't tell) so i know it'll be a while before it feels better. my next field trip i'm on a mission for some arnica. **** the temp here is supposed to drop thirty degrees today. i'm not down with this. **** Gem should be firming up her plans over the next couple of days. she's in the final stages of negotiating, evaluating, and deciding. i'm on pins and needles and high alert. (secretly, i'm hoping she takes the one close by. this is strictly selfish, i know, but i can't help it.) **** i can't seem to settle, today. maybe i'll go clean something. heh. Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on. Read/Post Comments (3) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top |
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