I'm still hoping that Thomas resigns soon due to ethics/conflict of interest violations.
I'm hoping he dies of a motherfucking heart attack. Just ascend descend already.
That's right, I'll take joyous satisfaction in his demise. That's my evil right there.
That's right, I'll take joyous satisfaction in his demise.
I have a British friend (she grew up in Yorkshire) who has stated publicly she will dance on Maggie Thatcher's grave.
... I'm afraid to ask her what she thinks of Iron Lady.
I am actually at the point of wanting to run away and cry. I'm topped out for the day. Last straw has been achieved. I know everyone thinks it's copacetic to tease me (my phone is busted), but it's not. Not right now.
... I'm afraid to ask her what she thinks of Iron Lady.
I got a trailer for
The Iron Lady
last night. (Dubbed into German: now that was weird). I whispered to my friend: "I lived through it, I certainly don't want to sit through it again".
This just about sums it up:
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dang those posters are rude, but funny.
The one for Girl With a Dragon Tattoo is DARK.
Taking pictures of strangers is HARD.
Ah, just discovered that I haven't been feeling tired, achy, and unable to concentrate due to working a long day yesterday, but because I have a mild fever. Thanks, Hacking Cough Guy from the antique mall Sunday.
I hope the quick onset and lack of nose-and-throat yuck means this is going to be over quickly. I can NOT afford to lose any workdays this week with a tight Thursday deadline approaching.
Taking pictures of strangers is HARD.
Wide angle, shoot from the hip.
Or, you know, that better idea your teacher had.