say something about ... yourself!

It's funny - i was just about to reply again when i saw your message Dan: You are right!!

I just got an email from one of the senior editors in the video department that was at the meeting, telling me my boss is EXTREMELY competitive and patty and he told me he'll take me to lucnh today
and tell me some things/ shed some light


HMMMM.
 
You don't have to give me the story unless it also involves shedding some clothing. Aww yeah.
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On a related note Karen, In being ambitious, she feels threatened. I deal with it every day. Ambition will get you places. So knock her off her horse, and steal her job!
 
Karen... it is now your life mission to take that cunt's fuckin' job and send her to the steets. Seriously. You can do it :)
 
You guys suck, what with your weekday jobs. Today's a Tuesday for me.

You cunts.

Anyone else have to bare the humiliation of weekend work?
 
Government model or customized? If custom, why did you pay that kind of money for it? If GOV, replace those springs, at least.
 
I could have sworn I posted about this before, but apparently not. Maybe I only talked about it on IRC or something. Well, earlier this month Derick and I were about to head out one afternoon, and I noticed a brown furry lump way off in the grass at the side of our house. It got my attention because we hadn't seen one of our neighborhood dogs in a while so I thought maybe that was him sleeping in the grass.

Well, it was not, but it was another dog, what looked like a boxer/pit bull mix. When Derick started to walk towards it, it stood up, and we could clearly tell that it was not well. It could barely stand, and would then collapse back down onto the ground. We thought it was sick, and therefore didn't get any closer to it.

I called my mom, because a long time ago there was a boxer that would come by and visit, my dad had named him Freddie. My parents came home a few minutes later and confirmed it was not Freddie, either. The only thing to do was to call animal control, so my mom did so. We went along our way, and when we got back my mom told me that the animal control guy said the dog looked like it had been in a fight. We didn't get close enough to see any injuries it may have had, but I really thought the dog was a goner and that the dog pound would probably put him to sleep immediately.

Now to my point.

I WAS WRONG :)


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Isn't that awesome! He sure chose the right yard to collapse in!