I don’t know what the deal is with my contacts, but they’re sticking to the insides of my eyes as though they’re made of crumpled newspaper and covered in rubber
I don’t know what the deal is with my contacts, but they’re sticking to the insides of my eyes as though they’re made of crumpled newspaper and covered in rubber
So my awesome Fiance did this on Friday… and it’s actually super entertaining. Here’s my visual answer to a bunch of questions you’ve never asked. 1. WOWOWOWOLF, 2. you belong
“…I’m tired and I wanna go to bed/I had a little drink about an hour ago/and it went right to my head…” When I was kid, I heard this song
Yesterday was horrible. Tons of meetings, pointless blame being thrown about, long-winded explanations for things that didn’t need explaining, plenty of crabby people and enough flourescent lighting and piped air to
Independence Day. That’s what I’m talkin’ ’bout. Whoever thought up the 4th of July on a Friday, plus giving Monday off to our sad little over-worked selves is a saint.
Hello, my friends. It’s Friday. That means that I’m in that crazy-tired, can’t-wait-to-go-home, but-still-kinda-actually-have-a-lot-to-do-at-work funk that leaves only one option for my over-caffeinated brain. Blogging is the answer. Always. Val
Adam: “It’ll be OK. Why are you upset?”Me: “Hi. I’m your fiancee, who is given to desperate sorrow and vehement proclamations that all is lost.”Adam: “All is not lost, Dani!
Work has been stressful lately. That’s really all I need to say, because recounting the stress simply serves to remind me of the stress, which simply serves to make the
This email totally made my day. Right now, it’s taped to my cabinets at work and highlighted in key hilarious places – an ever-shining testament to the IQs of our
Why do we still long to be popular? Why do we want so badly to be liked? I was asking myself that I wandered the floor of a trade show