I hate waiting. I hate to wait. For Phone calls, for people, appointments, dough to rise, for messages, for water to boil, to fall asleep. Yep, all of it. Like I call Rocky, and He returns my message directly, so I call him back, and He doesn't pick up. If he had called me directly instead of just returning the message, I could have spoken to him, and I would be waiting. I hate to wait. I hope he doesn't forget. That would be detrimental to my psyche, (and my job). I'm also waiting for pizza to cool, so I can eat it. Yesterday, I waited for like 4 hours for a phone call from Pie. He never called. I finally gave up, when the time sensitive material has passed the deadline for knowledge. So I guess it's a no. I got a yes from Rocky. I'm just waiting for an itinerary, or timeline. whatever. Is that pizza cool enough yet?... Cool enough. Don't want to wait anymore. not bad. I like Tom Sellek Pizza.
I suppose I should write in a disclaimer somewhere. Most (not all) of the images used in this blog are found exclusively through Google image searches. I merely search a word, phrase, or idea related to the blog it appears in, and choose one from whatever appears. I do not claim those pieces as my own. If there is a dispute to be settled due to it; Please confer with Google. Thanks! (But some of them are mine.)
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