RD wants me to mention that his birthday was Monday. So, I'm here to tell everyone who reads this that : RD's Birthday was Monday!!!
(There. I feel better now.)
In other news, sniping crap and garbage continues, but what did I expect? I'm two steps ahead of this. I know how to play this game. Push it off where it belongs, send the control freak back to hell, and keep emotional control. It's an office, we're not finding a cure for cancer. I don't jump, run, or dance for anyone unless they pay me well, keep their promises, and deliver. I'm not convinced in any of these things, so I ain't havin' it, as Amelia used to say.
Amelia was a wonderful friend in the theatre department of Brooklyn College, the only good memory I have of that place. She was sassy, short, and had new braids every week. One of her braids fell out near Hillel Place, so I wrapped it in a white tissue and sang "Ribbon in The Sky" while rocking it back and forth as a funeral offering. Amelia laughed until she cried.
Between this memory and the Painful 'Vette Improv (to the tune of "Killing Me Softly"), this has been quite a day.
Why oh why RD sold his 'Vette without ever giving me a chance to sit in it is just oh SO painful! How am I supposed to go on....
But, yeah, he turned 47 on Monday. Just thought everyone should know!
(there, ya big beast--happy now? lmao!!)
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