In Thailand we pronounce it 'see-rah-chah,' which is much like the original Vietnamese. I think Mr. Vic keeps pronouncing the first R just to tick me off.
In Thailand we pronounce it 'see-rah-chah,' which is much like the original Vietnamese. I think Mr. Vic keeps pronouncing the first R just to tick me off.
Point, and to each their own.
Allow me. I just signed up for it because I've been a MFP user for years and genuinely wanted to give something back for the service. (Plus I'm trying to track macros better now that I'm doing Eat to Perform.)
I used to think that I could only do this if I worked at a job I lurved. Which sucked because at the time I loathed my job. Then one of my college friends said, "I don't really think of my [sysadmin] work as what my life is. What I do for 40 hours a week* only pays for the other 128." He spends a lot of his free time…
“.... also, yes.” (Krieger)
% of Total Budget Spent on Food: 15. We could be doing so much better, but we’ve reigned it in.
I don’t know why but this compelled me to do so.
My indecisiveness and lack of savings turned my wedding into a relatively rushed Friday afternoon affair. No attendant expenses, the only ceremony was at the courthouse, a friend took our pictures, my makeup was done at the makeup counter, we went out to dinner with some folks afterwards, and then we went to a…
My current rental has a stained ceramic top electric and I can't stand it. I have a portable butane camp stove that we have to bring out if we want Stir-Friday, otherwise my sad wok just sits there gathering dust.
I have ordered pizza with the express goal of making waffle iron pizza in the morning.
Mine was just enough to get a rowing machine for my basement. I plan on rowing my way through Mordor, then Kobol (Battlestar Galactica), and Westeros.
How timely. I just got gobsmacked with so much stuff I'm not seeing the end until April 30 or so.
Shit, I'm going to rewatch it again today just for the Gabriel Byrne.
Or you are Indiana Jones IRL and playgrounds are diversions against the Nazis.
No, not really, but a lot of it is my own fault. Even if getting a job with my degree is damn impossible, if I had spent more time working and less time chasing tail, I would have been able to make better use of what was available to me. I got my job now for working my posterior off as an underpaid assistant for…
Or baked mac and cheese.
Or baked mac and cheese.
GODDAMMIT where did all these cut onions come from?
But how virgin, exactly?
But how virgin, exactly?
And on the other side of the line I have a former admin assistant who lied so much on his resume to score a project manager job at a nearby company, I wish I could be there with some popcorn to watch when he falters and the #$%^ hits the fan.