Commence the semiannual check-in, people.
I've been rather disenchanted with SG over the past few months. For this being a group of supposedly intelligent, open-minded, forward thinking adults, there is an overabundance of whiny titty babies and ignorant dumbasses. I don't have a lot of spare time, so I'm hardly going to spend it in an arena where perfect strangers who claim to be liberals openly shit all over others for having different opinions, and do so in immature and disrespectful ways. Oh yeah, perfect strangers who, for the most part, are probably 10 years younger than me with a fraction of my education or experience. Hey, OK then. I've been relegated largely to lurking now and just looking at pretty pictures, which is fine.
I finished my MBA in August. My BF started his MBA two days later. It is kicking his ass and he is working his fingers to the absolute bone, and I am so so so so so proud of him. I am on the hunt for a job for when my residency is over next summer. This has been challenging, particularly given the crap ass economy. It's OK... it's only November, so have plenty of time left before I enter full panic mode. It is way too hot for November, and I'm tired of air conditioning. My BF started his other sleeve and it looks super hawt. We are talking about getting married, which doesn't totally freak me out like I thought it would, which in turn freaks me out. We opened a joint checking account yesterday. I just ate an enormous amount of butternut squash, and I'm a little concerned as to what this is going to mean for my colon tomorrow morning. Tomorrow morning is going to be a little sketchy as it is because I'm going to a different hospital tomorrow, so have to leave early, and I want to vote before work too. And get the requisite latte somewhere along the line. If I'm shitting myself blind, I'm going to be all kinds of late. I have, not by choice, inherited two outside kitties whose mommies abandoned them when they moved away from the complex. They are so very cute and friendly and they are growing on me. I kind of want to bring them inside. I don't understand why one manicure can last three days and another manicure can last a week when the same polish and all is used. I'm going to have to do them again tonight. I am flat ass broke right now, and I hate that.
There are cupcakes in the kitchen. Why am I not in there, scarfing one down?
I've been rather disenchanted with SG over the past few months. For this being a group of supposedly intelligent, open-minded, forward thinking adults, there is an overabundance of whiny titty babies and ignorant dumbasses. I don't have a lot of spare time, so I'm hardly going to spend it in an arena where perfect strangers who claim to be liberals openly shit all over others for having different opinions, and do so in immature and disrespectful ways. Oh yeah, perfect strangers who, for the most part, are probably 10 years younger than me with a fraction of my education or experience. Hey, OK then. I've been relegated largely to lurking now and just looking at pretty pictures, which is fine.
I finished my MBA in August. My BF started his MBA two days later. It is kicking his ass and he is working his fingers to the absolute bone, and I am so so so so so proud of him. I am on the hunt for a job for when my residency is over next summer. This has been challenging, particularly given the crap ass economy. It's OK... it's only November, so have plenty of time left before I enter full panic mode. It is way too hot for November, and I'm tired of air conditioning. My BF started his other sleeve and it looks super hawt. We are talking about getting married, which doesn't totally freak me out like I thought it would, which in turn freaks me out. We opened a joint checking account yesterday. I just ate an enormous amount of butternut squash, and I'm a little concerned as to what this is going to mean for my colon tomorrow morning. Tomorrow morning is going to be a little sketchy as it is because I'm going to a different hospital tomorrow, so have to leave early, and I want to vote before work too. And get the requisite latte somewhere along the line. If I'm shitting myself blind, I'm going to be all kinds of late. I have, not by choice, inherited two outside kitties whose mommies abandoned them when they moved away from the complex. They are so very cute and friendly and they are growing on me. I kind of want to bring them inside. I don't understand why one manicure can last three days and another manicure can last a week when the same polish and all is used. I'm going to have to do them again tonight. I am flat ass broke right now, and I hate that.
There are cupcakes in the kitchen. Why am I not in there, scarfing one down?
Congratulations on the checking account, BTW.