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Kinda stressed. I'm working on a very contentious land use claim that will likely be attacked by a whole slew of advocacy groups. My professional credibility depends on making the case stick.
Kinda trying to send a .psd file and kinda not being able to, which kinda sucks, since I kinda just spent the last hour and a half working on it and now I can't get it to my friend to print it since I'm kinda out of black ink. It's a kinda small file too, not even mega.
I'm just home. Pips is doing parent conferences tonight so I went and grabbed dinner and Dork #11. I've removed my trousers and I have just cracked my first beer.
That's cool but Craigslist have never led me to anything other than psychotic omelet chefs. I did used to read "Missed Connections" on the off chance that I'd read "You: Guy in plaid shirt in puddle of drunken drool singing 'Bastards Of Young' off-key. Me: plus-size supermodel. Call Me"
I think you have to really be on top of it to get the deals, jonmc. I check it a few times today. I've gotten tons off there. (Twosofas, two lounge chairs, a rug, a bed, two coffee tables, one dining table, five dining (ant) chairs, some art work, several iPods, some plants, two apartments, a kickass blender, a credenza, some china... that's all I can think of at the moment.) I've also sold two laptops, 5 iPods, a tv, and a bunch of other stuff.
Today: 80gb iPod, still sealed. $250. New here in Toronto they're about $460 with the tax.
I think you have to really be on top of it to get the deals, jonmc
To be fair, I never looked at anything but missed connections and during my brief tragicomic foray into swinging bachelorhood (on the advice of a certian recent commenter) I put up an ad seeking an apartment share which led me to the psychotic omelet chef, some dude in Billyburg with glitter polish on his toes and a retired bluegrass musician with hyper dobermans.
I actually sent all the nice, normal apartment dwellers to the spa for the day and replaced them with said weirdos... part of my plot to capture you for my very own...
Yes... she called four times while you were in route. I didn't wanna say anything, but I worried you'd wake up to her scrubbing the ceiling with a toothbrush naked at three in the morning.
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