That he’s fully booked for the rest of the year. Fully booked! Not one tiny little slot he can fit me in. And all I need is 15 mins.
So see here… If he works 7 hours a day, sees 4 patients an hour, each patient paying $35, he makes *mental math*… $980 a day, $4,900 a week, $19,600 a month! (Ok, so I used a calculator.)
That’s a lot of money! And he’s young and good looking too. Well, from what I can see that is not covered by the mask.
Hmm…
Purchase from 3rd world country.
Or is that politically incorrect?
One mother feeding her bouncing-around toddler:
“Shua, bring your mouth here.”
Related previous conversion to my mom…
Mom: Well, yeah, you’re the only one who has clothes like that.
Me: :/
Me: Hello?
Sis: Hello! I need to borrow clothes from you! I’m going to a party on Friday and the theme is fashion disaster.
Me: :/
BGF informs me that I misspelled sargeant in my previous post. It really should be sergeant.
That made me ponder why I didn’t know how to spell the word.
Instant realization: It’s such a useless word. Only army boys need it. BGF corrected me saying NCC and NPCC boys need it too. But those are army boy wannabe-s, so same thing.
do u want to be friends? good friends r hard to come by. we don’t know each other, but can get to know one another. no worries”
That’s a text message I received this morning. From a random somebody. Who maybe just decided to send such messages to phone numbers he makes up.
It might be a bit presumptious of me to assume that it’s a guy. But let’s face it, it’s a he. I can hardly imagine a girl resorting to such methods. In any case, if she does, she should be fired from the female race.
What motivates a person to send a random message like that? How does he know that the recipient of his message is not some crazed serial murderer? Or stalker? Ok, maybe that’s a bit far-fetched in our little mother island.
But what if the recipient is his aunt, cousin, uncle, primary school principle, ex-math tutor, ex-girlfriend’s mother, cousin twice-removed, mother’s colleague, father’s boss, sister’s friend, sargeant, recruit or platoon commander’s wife? In our little mother island, that is NOT too far-fetched.
What are the rates of response? And the rates of success? Success being that he does find a good friend, seeing as that is his agenda.
I should ask him.
But if I do, I will be a contributor to his rate of response. Which is something I don’t want to do.
No encouragement necessary.
I just found the most incredible retro clothing line!
No, it has nothing to do with the tap-dancing specimens currently on the big screen.
It all started with this dress that is currently carried in Urban Outfitters.
It’s quirky. It’s adorable. It’s retro. It’s exorbitant.
Anyone knows a good tailor?
