Your girlfriends of former and current status are apparently going at each other over you. Too much estrogen, lock the door or run for your life just to be safe!
Guy's name is Joseph Ducreux. There's a whole thing where other internet memes are translated into archaic English and put on a picture of that guy. So "hide yo wife, hide yo kids" becomes the above.
I am having coping failure because my ex-girlfriend and sort of maybe current girlfriend (it's complicated, I haven't pushed the 'dating' thing because she's kind of hesitant about that) are having a catfight on the journals which is being refereed by a friend that I'm only now coming back to good terms with?
He is still creepy with unnaturally tiny teeth. And French from the name. Never trust a Frenchman.
See, I don't think of that as something you need to "cope" with. I see that as something you need to hide from until they all put their big girl pants on. Though point about Amanda. This is totally why I do not date people within the same social circle. Shit explodes.
Well, he lived in the 1700s. Didn't they pretty much all have bad teeth back then?
Yeah, I know, 'don't dip your pen in the company ink', etc. Unfortunately complicated by the fact that I work with friends, former classmates/teachers, and the nature of my job is such that there are few people outside my office who I can be honest with about things. (I mean, even you were a coworker for a while. :D)
Mostly I am locking myself in my server room until this all blows over. (hopefully it will blow over fairly quickly...)
Missing teeth, bad teeth...aye. Are tiny teeth from being "bad"? I thought that was genetics.
Yes, but you're not dating me. Dating me or Bishop would have been much smarter than yet another crazy spy chick who lives and works with you and therefore is around all the time when your ex is as well. Though, to be fair, you know a lot of people you don't work with who know you do classified stuff so while you can't tell them about work they will understand not being divulged to.
Good luck with that, love. You can hide out here if you need to make an escape.
Get chocolate delivered. Doesn't that sate crazy chick inclination?
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Date: 2011-04-26 03:34 pm (UTC)From: [d]
I am having a failure to cope. So instead, you will get image macros.
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Date: 2011-04-26 03:35 pm (UTC)Email to Doug
Date: 2011-04-26 03:38 pm (UTC)-V
Re: Email to Doug
Date: 2011-04-26 03:50 pm (UTC)I am having coping failure because my ex-girlfriend and sort of maybe current girlfriend (it's complicated, I haven't pushed the 'dating' thing because she's kind of hesitant about that) are having a catfight on the journals which is being refereed by a friend that I'm only now coming back to good terms with?
-D
Email to Doug
Date: 2011-04-26 03:53 pm (UTC)See, I don't think of that as something you need to "cope" with. I see that as something you need to hide from until they all put their big girl pants on. Though point about Amanda. This is totally why I do not date people within the same social circle. Shit explodes.
-V
Re: Email to Doug
Date: 2011-04-26 04:05 pm (UTC)Yeah, I know, 'don't dip your pen in the company ink', etc. Unfortunately complicated by the fact that I work with friends, former classmates/teachers, and the nature of my job is such that there are few people outside my office who I can be honest with about things. (I mean, even you were a coworker for a while. :D)
Mostly I am locking myself in my server room until this all blows over. (hopefully it will blow over fairly quickly...)
-D
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Date: 2011-04-26 04:17 pm (UTC)Yes, but you're not dating me. Dating me or Bishop would have been much smarter than yet another crazy spy chick who lives and works with you and therefore is around all the time when your ex is as well. Though, to be fair, you know a lot of people you don't work with who know you do classified stuff so while you can't tell them about work they will understand not being divulged to.
Good luck with that, love. You can hide out here if you need to make an escape.
Get chocolate delivered. Doesn't that sate crazy chick inclination?
-V