Dead I am the rat, feast upon the cat. Tender is the fur, dying as you purr.
Heh! More poetic filth! This time by way of the man who looks like a real Beelzebubba, Rob Zombie.
The shit has offically hit the fan. Today, my world became a Waffle House, consisting of working 7 days a week making much overtime for the next month because of hot jobs with insane deadlines like a steaming order of scattered, smothered, covered served to obnoxious drunks at table 5 at 2 in the morning. Honestly, I am a tiny bit concerned that I might miss my vacation because of all this. I really do hate that possibility, but I really do not have much time to fret about a problem that might only be. I'm just going to give that woe to a higher authority and focus on what needs to be done for the time being. I will know more in 2-3 weeks as the vacation time approaches and the labor efforts are slowing whittled down.
Just in case that happens, I may need to get Renae's new address at a later date to send Fred's birthday stuff and Renae's Jesus statue, but I would prefer that she do that on her own blog, because anyone can read this one. Privacy, ya know. Even if I cannot make it, I do wish for Jesus to have a great welcoming party anyway and for Fred to enjoy his wonderful booty, AS IN BIRTHDAY GIFTS. Quit rolling gutterballs with that head of yours!
The shit has offically hit the fan. Today, my world became a Waffle House, consisting of working 7 days a week making much overtime for the next month because of hot jobs with insane deadlines like a steaming order of scattered, smothered, covered served to obnoxious drunks at table 5 at 2 in the morning. Honestly, I am a tiny bit concerned that I might miss my vacation because of all this. I really do hate that possibility, but I really do not have much time to fret about a problem that might only be. I'm just going to give that woe to a higher authority and focus on what needs to be done for the time being. I will know more in 2-3 weeks as the vacation time approaches and the labor efforts are slowing whittled down.
Just in case that happens, I may need to get Renae's new address at a later date to send Fred's birthday stuff and Renae's Jesus statue, but I would prefer that she do that on her own blog, because anyone can read this one. Privacy, ya know. Even if I cannot make it, I do wish for Jesus to have a great welcoming party anyway and for Fred to enjoy his wonderful booty, AS IN BIRTHDAY GIFTS. Quit rolling gutterballs with that head of yours!
posted by Nikki | 9:46 PM
5 Comments:
You HAVE to come, I AM HAVING A PARTY FOR YOU. End of story.
I'll email you my address - ALTHOUGH YOU WILL BE HERE ATTENDING YOUR PARTY - is it your IM name @aol.com?
Yep, it is. I'm hoping everything is going to be okay. My department head seems to think so, still there is an inkling of a chance. I might just send it anyway so I will not have to haul it in my luggage even one of Fred's gifts is odd shaped but it will still fit nicely in my big samsonite. I am not really familiar with luggage restrictions since I have not flown May 2001. Can you still lock suitcases or not?
I sent you an email with the address.
You can lock suitcases, but they might cut the lock if it isn't one they can open. There's some universal lock you can get that they can open without cutting. I haven't bothered locking my luggage at all since Sept 11.
It will be very hard to have a Nikki's Here! party if Nikki isn't here. But mailing stuff beforehand makes sense - the lighter your luggage, the better, in my opinion.
Well, you're one to talk about work not being life, Mr Fortarino.
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