Sometimes experiences just aren’t worth the extra income, like a roommate who doesn’t know how to take care of her space or respect boundaries.
Baby-sitting a Wish Home with some co-workers, sharing tales of childhood holiday mischief, and counting the hours until the roommate is gone.
The snow started coming down and didn’t give up. Even though I left work early, my 64-mile drive home took 3.5 hours and was the scariest trek of travel of my life. But the good news was Snippy came through her surgery in flying colors!
Even after getting some kind kudos in regards to my dev skills, I’m still not very excited about having to help out. I liked Johnny’s suggestion better. And now, I must rant about Xmas trees up before Thanksgiving…
Ranting. About idiots. Because they’re idiots.
It was my first Purdue tailgating experience, and it was a memorable one with interesting characters. The game was fun, too, despite some obnoxious neighbors.
Tired of IE. Tired of Microsoft. Tired of people who mandate using Microsoft.
Work is insane right now. Pulling the college kid hours. And the presence I call a roommate is about to push me over the edge.
Getting my role juggled around at work and that paired with dealing with the incompetent child I call a roommate has me on the fritz.
According to one source, I got to see the first shirtless Trace Adkins in 51 shows and get a stellar photo of it. It was a pleasant trip home. But of course, my roommate managed to ruin my pleasant mood within minutes of my return home.
I had a bad day and decided to spell it out in an angry bullet list.
I nearly fulfilled my civic duty as a juror, but my over-analysis got set me free. And I’m hearing more good things about my Brit.
Questions of faith and when to speak of it.
I’m tired of house shopping. It’s making me groggy and irritable.
My last stand against people afraid of doing something anyone could call mainstream.
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