hi sunshine

hi! :D

ha ha, if you're going to shellac it you should charge.

love

I got called into a special meeting with my boss's boss who drove a couple hundred miles and stayed the night in a hotel when they are totally minimizing travel expenses these days. It was a total Kafkaesque inquisition based supposedly on things my staff had told her about me, but actually, it turns out, stemming 90% from one exit interview from somebody who I just wrote an absolutely glowing letter of recommendation for. I have never been back stabbed quite like this before, let alone at a job I've always loved for the lack of "office politics".

Thankfully, my assistant, who I supposedly spend large parts of the day "yelling at" spoke up for me when she was called before the tribunal. We met in secret at lunch afterward to compare notes and she told me that this "model employee" (which I once wholeheartedly believed) had actually lied on her Pell Grant and said she was single to get Financial Aid and Work Study (which brought her to my office) when her husband makes a ton of money.

We'd actually gone out to tacos with our spouses and our kids, but now I guess she's divorcing her husband and will probably jack him for alimony. Evil can definitely wear a warm cuddly face.

What's funny is that if any small part of the shit she said about me were true (such as my supposed retaliatory nature) she'd be completely fucked. I could bring her life completely down the way she sought to do mine with a couple well placed phone calls. However, she was lying, and that is not my nature at all. I prefer to let her Karma do the catching up and not mess with mine.

I'm glad that her bullshit was called out and you didn't go down for some contrived lies. Thats an awful feeling to get, once you realize you helped someone out, or was at least nice to them, all the while they are going to stab you in the back for an unknown reason.

A similar thing happened to a good friend of mine who was unfortunately fired from his job and eventually had to move out of town.

just sounds like depression, to me. :(

I have nothing strange going on at the moment.

so then.. that is kind of strange, I guess...

Completely! Being normal is way too strange.

More carnies!

Yes....it is....

People that consider themsleves normal, seem to bring with them a disconcerning sensation that surpasses even the most disturbing, peculiar individuals I've met.

all good in my lifer. a bit busy lately but i proscratinate proportionally.
is that strange?

it is if you want it to be.

At first I very much agreed, thinking of someone I know who has had maybe one or two cups of coffee in his life, never drinks or smokes, always eats nutritiously and isnt the slightest bit of a twat about any of it...its nothing to him. He's outgoing and positive without being a keener, and is all around the most temperate, consistent and easy going guy I've ever known, and all the while not doing it in a way that makes you hate him. In all these ways, he is the oddest individual I've ever come accross. I was about to think that this guy would be "The Normal Guy." But he cant be, can he? If "normal" means kind of the average of the people around them?

Strange fellow indeed.

i know what you mean.....

Seconded.

3 of my friends are having babies all within a couple of weeks of each other. was there an orgy i wasn't in on?

Only if each of the babies looks more like the other kids' fathers than their own...

Midwich Cuckoo?

I'm not depressed. I've been down that road before and that's not what it is. I just opened my eyes one day and realized that nothing really matters in the end.

Nothing DOES really matter in the end but you might as well have fun and do something worthwhile while you're still here. Thinking so pessimistically isn't going to do you any favours...

Well, yeah. I guess. I'm not really thinking pessimistically, I'm just not going to sugar-coat it.

There's a really weird pimple-esque thing on my thigh that I'm picking at.

I realized that about a year ago and it was awful; however, I've come to accept it.

I remember when I had a massive spot on my ballsack. I was a bit scared at first because... it was like a lump and I thought maybe it was something else. It stuck out a lot though so I got my two thumbs and squeezed it hard and it burst, with the puss dripping down my legs. It was insane but also sort of nice.

That's the most disturbing thing I've ever read on this board.

It's a true story also!

I'm gonna go throw up now.

That's the worse part.

I love pus.

...yeah

You're all a bunch of wimps.

Pus=OK
Pus from balls=Bad news fucking bears

Genital pimples can be some of the most satisfying to pop, though.

"Cool beans! I have a huge fucking scuzzy zit on my nutsack! It'll feel so good to pop it!"
*pop!*
*pus spills*
*and so does jizz*

Damn, this board can be odd sometimes

there's probably a good chance that there is a fetus in my belly.

help.

Parsley infusions FTMFW

Would you really expect anything else?