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Still no word. Not a peep. The closest I've got is someone hanging up on the voice mail. No e-mail, nothing.
You know those yogurt commercials where the two women are lounging around listing all the things the yogurt is as good as? None of them are really better than the previous, but somehow they reach a conclusion? In the opposite vein, without all the comparitive banter:
Guys, this is like, interpretive dance bad. The only remaining option for expressing my feelings on this issue is running around the room, flailing my arms and possibly screaming incoherently (artistically).
I think if I don't hear back from my boss soon, that is exactly what I will do next time I see him. Only I'll make sure I like... have a roll of toilet paper handy, too, and I'll expand the interpretive dance to include vengefully TPing him.
Goshfreakingdarnit, I have a deadline tonight, this is not what I need to be worrying about. (I need to be worrying about how much my writing sucks, and how the instructor will probably reject me from the class solely because my story is in first person from a pirate's point of view.)
You know those yogurt commercials where the two women are lounging around listing all the things the yogurt is as good as? None of them are really better than the previous, but somehow they reach a conclusion? In the opposite vein, without all the comparitive banter:
Guys, this is like, interpretive dance bad. The only remaining option for expressing my feelings on this issue is running around the room, flailing my arms and possibly screaming incoherently (artistically).
I think if I don't hear back from my boss soon, that is exactly what I will do next time I see him. Only I'll make sure I like... have a roll of toilet paper handy, too, and I'll expand the interpretive dance to include vengefully TPing him.
Goshfreakingdarnit, I have a deadline tonight, this is not what I need to be worrying about. (I need to be worrying about how much my writing sucks, and how the instructor will probably reject me from the class solely because my story is in first person from a pirate's point of view.)
