[dailyactress]

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girlcrush

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When Candy's client attempted to renege on the predetermined remuneration

GRE Gif of the Day: Remuneration

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Says it ain't the end boy but you best be careful, might catch your tail end in a circle.

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When someone passively flakes on plans by not responding to your texts:

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Friends, potential lovers, boo-thangs, coworkers and patriots—I have one question for you:

Why, why for the love of God and all that is holy, do you not respond to simple textual communication and questions in a timely manner? At the moment you receive my text, maybe you’re eating dinner. Maybe you’re having crazy, hot sex. Maybe you’re getting a cavity filled or maybe you’re intoxicated and passed out in a ditch. I understand this. I am reasonable. I have a loose definition of “timely.” However, if I ask you on a Friday afternoon if you want to join me for dinner on a Saturday evening, you damned well better say “yes” or “no” within 24 hours.

I have not and will not ever understand how this behavior and the accompanying showcase of disrespect remains pervasive amongst my peers. I don’t care if you respond to a proposition with, “To be frank, I’d rather wine and dine a baboon than spend one moment with you! Cheers!” In fact, if one were to express such a sentiment, I would praise the heavens and do a happy jig knowing that there still exist humans who, though lacking tact, have enough decency and respect for my time to rebuke or accept my advances.

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I am selfish, private, and easily bored.  Will this be a problem?

Neil Gaiman, A Study In Emerald

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It’s February sixth and here I sit, slightly disenchanted, slightly cold, slightly perturbed by an elderly tablemate inching his bum closer to mine, and slightly not-so-slightly fed up. I surrender one third of my monthly income to rent, haven’t gone on a truly enjoyable date in months, and feel an increasing hollowness that I can only interpret as my soul atrophying with the passing of each cold, drab day, in this cold, drab city. What is one to do when stuck in such a rut? Some run. Some reach for alcohol. Some ramble to a close confidant. I… write. And with that I say, hello world. Welcome to my blog. Because it was either this, or flipping a table a la The Real Housewives of New Jersey and hopping on a plane to a ranch where marriage to a cowboy and simple life revelry would ensue. (Which, really, is still the dream.)