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No, I don't remember LYLAS. I had to look it up. That said, I DO LYLAS. If I didn't, Joe would beat me up. He's so aggressive that Joe.
Also, for the record, I lurked on kat yesterday, but didn't leave a comment for obvious reasons.
Oh, MAN! My yearbooks are FULL of "LYLAS!"
Do you think kids' yearbooks are full of "OMG" and "WTF" these days?
To avoid the crushing grief, this little lurker will grace your commenting box.
Hi! Don't be griefy! I also had to look up th def. I think I'm too old for that one. Sigh. So! old.
Peefer, you're so tricksy with your lurking ways.
h!a! WTF is so much better than LYLAS, but not as good as TWSS.
Anne, yay for unlurking! I'm the opposite of griefy now.
In the "never change" vein, I wrote that on the back of a school picture that I gave to my cousin. She was pregnant at the time, and she's been pregnant ever since. I am powerful. She's 50 now and has 33 kids. How old was she at the time I gave her my magic picture?
Julie, are you trying to make me do math? Because I WON'T DO IT. Hee.
Somehow, it just turned into a word problem. I'm not sure how it happened!
Dear Jennie,
I want you to know that I for three years now I have read every single word you have ever written. I am not a stalker, but that's true. And sometimes the pressure of saying something smart or cute or whatever is just too much to take so I don't leave a comment, but I always laugh. So from now on, even if I don't comment, just pretend I do because I'm like one of those common denominator things. Is that even the right use of that phrase? Probably not.
LYLAS!!!!
P.S. Peefer's comment made me laugh so hard that my Kitty freaked out and almost mauled my face.
P.P.S. This entry made me want to meet all of you and not just Abigail, but I'll probably have to be drunk because I'm shy.
Wait, a graph AND a story problem all at once? I can't be expected to handle all this intellectual rigor at this hour of the day. You people on those foreign time zones just have no real appreciation for how early it is and how unfair that you've been using your brains for all these hours while I've just been avoiding getting out of bed.
Ha, I do remember that moment when they started playing Oasis, and we were like "Holy shit!" and were so excited we started singing, and then were all "I don't *hic* remember the lyrics or anything" but it worked out okay, because we drank more. And as we all know, alcohol is the solution to so many problems (except for the problem of not remembering lyrics, but whatever).
Julie, it's OK, we'll just let Abigail figure out the answer because she's been studying math a lot lately.
Dear Ashley, I'm shy, too. In fact, when we were in Philly, Kat and I hid by the bathrooms to chug beers so we could function amongst all the strangers. Alcohol solves everything.
Shari, the graph is easy, though, right? And don't worry, I've designated Abigail to solve the story problem.
vahid, I think that was around the time the fake mustaches came out and those ALSO solve everything.
I always feel guilty too. I also always spell guilty with a 'q' and then have to change it.
..But I'm Catholic. It doesnt account for the spelling, though.
Wait. Did you just call me a girl?
She was 25.75 according to my math if there were no twins and she had children continually. If this was a GMAT question though, I'd have to say INSUFFICIENT DATA.
That DJ was a total jackass. He was using ITUNES to play music and kept asking like it was an impossibility to play Oasis. I was all "here's a dollar to BUY THE SONG, and here's another TWO to play it!" But it wasn't enough for him, noooooo. He took ALL MY MONEY before he played our songs.
(And I assumed that each kid gestated for exactly 9 months. So yeah, impossible question. Insufficient data.)
I am leaving another comment just because I won't be content until Jennie's self-esteem reaches "so high" on the chart.
Sarah, I always mix up the q and the g, too. What is that?
No, Sir, for you it stands for "love you like a sir."
Abs, I knew you'd figure it out. Also! That DJ needs a swift kick in the ball area.
Vahid, my self-esteem thanks you.
Applauding Abigail!
so now MY self esteem is all in the crapper because i got the fewest number of comments this week :(
Surely we can make it to twenty, right? RIGHT?
Kat, we made up for it on Reader, wouldn't you say?
I motion for a pillow fight.
Do pillow fights help with self esteem?
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