grr. argh.
So... again... I've failed in planning for dinner. I was going to make beef stew, but simply put, a stew needs time to, well, stew. Which means prepping everything should happen one evening, and stewing on the next day.
Work is sucking major balls, not in a time-consumption way, but in a "people are fucking morons" way. And by people, I mean customers.
"Fuck you, you fucking fuckballs." Ah, if only Andrea Dave were here. Blonde and boobalicious, she is not the quiet, refined young lady. She is a force not to be messed with. And pity the fool who calls her asking for assistance with a dumb request. Ever. I can hear her, in my mind, going off on these people like it was her job.
Both Dave and Ali Dahlia ... it's their voice more than their attitude. I love them both dearly, despite having so little contact with them personally. I mean, sure, we talk over email and sometimes via phone, but when it's the most fun is over cocktails at a local bar. Loud proud Lobsters.
Man, sometimes I need the company of a good martini and a friend to listen.
Sometimes I just need food and sleep.
And ALL the time, I need to choke stupid people. And whoever decided FrontPage was a good development tool.