I went to my job interview and the chick isn't in today. WTF?
What? Madness!
Hooray, job for Raq! And I am tempted by the silverplate. Tempted, but ignorant. How is silverplate different from silver?
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I went to my job interview and the chick isn't in today. WTF?
What? Madness!
Hooray, job for Raq! And I am tempted by the silverplate. Tempted, but ignorant. How is silverplate different from silver?
sadly, the older she gets the more she unthinkingly pulls the exact same shit on the next generation.
Oh, that's too bad. I've always put my folks complete refusal to pull that crap down to their experiences getting it from their respective families. I guess that's not foolproof.
You may already know this, but American = white folk. Who just aren't good enough to have as friends, why don't I have Indian friends? Do I hate Indians or something? Huh? Do I think I'm better than everyone?
I really admire a person who doesn't sweat the contradictions.
t /sarcasm WAIK;TNC
ION, too much -ma to give, to little time. March, back the HELL off!!!
Yay, Raq! ::circles May 1 on the calendar::
Yay SA! Yay Raq!
I'm extremely close to my family, and I don't just mean my dh and kids. Because I was an only child, my parents took extra care to make sure I was close to my cousins, growing up. We're very close to Scott's family, too.
We are close to both of our families. We live our lives differently, but we respect each others choices. We are fortunate to have only fun crazy family. Now we would have picked different people for our siblings to marry in a couple cases, but hey, thier lives.
Is there some scary-ass immigration employee, on a mission from God to fuck up all future generations, handing this selfsame script to all non-USian parents as they cross our border?No. They smuggle it in, in their baggage.
(Bah dah dah)
She's not American. She's in India.
She's in Texas.
I am totally making that recipe, Ginger. Awesome.
She's in Texas.
Okay, but you have to admit it's hard to think of her as a Texan.
Might as well surrender to destiny.
And date Caroline Dhavernas?
I like this plan.
WAIK;TNC
I have no earthly idea what this means.
On an unrelated note, I was going through old diary entries, and I found the way I expressed a key moment of self-awareness. March 29, 2003. I like it:
I'm feeling strangely content with who I am, faults and all. I'm a romantic and an asshole, an idealist and a cynic, a hero and a loser, smart and stupid, sweet and spiteful, thoughtful and lazy. Word to your mother.
Hec, did you honestly think my mom was in India? I thought you were joking.
Is it time to go home yet? My stomach hurts from eating a too-greasy burger at lunch and I'm tired of thinking and trying to sound official and authoritative, but fair.