Gah! So much cleaning to do before my company comes!

Happy Hump Day, girls.

-- Anonymous, July 18, 2001

Answers

Who's your comp'ny?

-- Anonymous, July 18, 2001

Babysitting best birth control ever!

AB - I'm working on my Bermanentry.

-- Anonymous, July 18, 2001

MATH is no good when 60 percent of us are out of a job. Sad. What is President Bush going to do about this unemployment rate?!

It's even higher if you count my Roadrunner Cable as not working.

-- Anonymous, July 18, 2001

I am going to lunch with the MOC today! Ha! We're going to eat at Junior's where, according to reports, they have great chicken fingers.

-- Anonymous, July 18, 2001

And 20% of us are off on a million year vacation.

AB - I just sent you my guest entry. I'm sure it's full of typos and misspellings.

-- Anonymous, July 18, 2001

Man. This sucks. All alone in a MATHless world.

-- Anonymous, July 18, 2001

It's cold! It's so cold!

-- Anonymous, July 18, 2001

It's cold! It's so cold!

That, friends, is comedy genius.

I'm putting your entry up in a second, H.

-- Anonymous, July 18, 2001

Why thank you Miss Anna Beth.

-- Anonymous, July 18, 2001

Yo' welcome.

Bah! I just talked to my fool ex-husband, y'all. There are some things in the papers we sent him that he doesn't "agree with." Whatever. I hate him.

-- Anonymous, July 18, 2001

People, please. Can't a girl get an amen roun' here?

-- Anonymous, July 18, 2001

Like what? That he's a fool?

-- Anonymous, July 18, 2001

Uh-huh, that. That he's a fool.

Amen!

-- Anonymous, July 18, 2001

Al, I hope the chicken fingers were good. Next, you'll need to try the Varsity. Orange frost, and all.

I had lunch with my old boss today. Her office is really, really cool, but I think I would rather go back to the garden, if they'll take me. I think I definitely would.

Ugh. I have emailed a few resumes out, though, and I've done a shit- ton of stuff with regards to the house and ou homeowner's insurance as we were uninsured until yesterday. Anyway.

And now, I'm apparently doing contract work for IA. They need me, they say. Jags. Oh well. I'm supposed to have lunch with them next week to talk about the details of my contracting contract.

But yes, if the Garden will have me, I'm theirs.

That's the T update, for now. I'll probably update T Goes To Town this evening.

Did I tell y'all that I made pizza dough last night? It's true. I'm going to make bread tonight.

I love being a L of L. It suits me just fine.

-- Anonymous, July 18, 2001

Of course the garden will have you.

Woman, do you never check your email?

-- Anonymous, July 18, 2001

Rarely. Dialup is a pain in the ass. I will today, though.

-- Anonymous, July 18, 2001

T, will you come to my house and make bread for me? And then hang this mirror? We L of Ls have to stick together, you know.

Al, call me and tell me about Art Squad!

-- Anonymous, July 18, 2001

I love it that Mike's own journal crashes his chinzy Italian computer.

Y'all - looking for new apartment hard work!

-- Anonymous, July 18, 2001

H, I feel your pain! Looking for job, while simultaneously wasting time on internet and cleaning house, also hard work!

-- Anonymous, July 18, 2001

I can't believe none of y'all are showing me love for my Mockingbird lyrics. If they don't hold food, I'll buy you a Rubik's Cube? That's brilliant!

I guess T and Al are too good for the MATH board. They're not too good for Yahoo!

-- Anonymous, July 18, 2001

Girl, how many times a day do I have to tell you that you're a genius?

Oh, that fine. T and Al think they maybe slumming by coming here, huh? Well, let's just cut the chase then. Maybe we no talk to them when they come back, what you think about that?

-- Anonymous, July 18, 2001

As it's just us posting on here, I don't think that'll be too hard.

I think before Mike comes back we should write one last guest entry for Berman. It could be called MATH girls on Mike.

Except it won't be porn.

-- Anonymous, July 18, 2001

But, why won't it be porn? Hee.

I am so sick of folding clothes I could die. Just die.

-- Anonymous, July 18, 2001