But who does that to strangers on a train?
Right, cause everyone knows the only thing you do with strangers on a train is exchange murder scenarios.
'Why We Fight'
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But who does that to strangers on a train?
Right, cause everyone knows the only thing you do with strangers on a train is exchange murder scenarios.
My high school generally won our state drama competition...although I wasn't involved, except doing coat check and stuff some years. Fun!
Coat check for Matt Damon?
I'm trying to remember if our school even did the speech/drama competitions (they were combined here in IL)--I don't think we did.
Ugh. I'm here at work--one of the few who braved the ten inches of snow to trek in. Actually, this morning's commute wasn't too bad, only 30 minutes to drive the five miles. Last night, when I left here at 5:30, took me 75 minutes. That was one of the worst drives home I've had in the two winters I've lived up here.
I could go to work today. It'll be a pain in the ass to trudge through all that snow, but with public transit it's doable.
Oh well - off I go. If you don't hear from me, they'll find my body in the spring....
Dear people in snowy states,
I hate you.
No love,
Globally warmed NY
(Forecast calls for heavy downpours and wind. Joy.)
Upstate NY seems to have sleety ick, but no snow!
I keep saying I'm sick and tired of 37 and rainy, and yet? That's what we have again today! (And I swear, it's always 37.)
Coat check for Matt Damon?
Nah, for the audience.
My snow-covered feet (I have yet to buy new boots, damnit!) wish we only had rain to contend with.
Oh, and thanks for the Hair earworm, tommyrot!!
Manchester, England, England
Across the Atlantic sea
And I'm a genius genius
I believe in Gooooood
And I believe that God
Believes in Claude
That's me, that's me
Tom, therapy is a long and often difficult process. But it's well worth it for the results. And I don't know what to add beyond that.
It's been pouring rain in DC.
I vaguely remember a few events from the late '60s. A funeral -- probably Bobby Kennedy's. Going to my aunt and uncle's to watch the Ed Sullivan show followed by the first moon landing.
My parents -- especially my mother -- were of the "you don't talk about who you'll vote for" camp. The first election I really remember is '72. We did the mock class election. The mood was very pro-Nixon -- only two McGovern supporters that I remember. I voted for a random third-party candidate because I didn't think anyone should win an election by such a large margin.
My first vote that counted was the '80 general election. I voted for John Anderson because we didn't need four more years of Carter, and I didn't think Reagan had the answers.
Dear people in snowy states,
I hate you.
No love,
Globally warmed NY
(Forecast calls for heavy downpours and wind. Joy.)
Dear Resident of Globally Warmed NY
We, the residents of states currently totally engulfed by snow, would like to point out that we would rather drive through rain than snow as rain does not have to be plowed out of the way.
Thus your hatred is hurtful and thoughtless.
In response we can only say "Well, screw you too, Miss Dampy McButnotfrozensowhyareyouwhining."
Much love,
THE MIDFUCKINGWEST
ETA: Uh...this came across harsher on the screen than it was in my head. Totally tongue-in-cheek here. Sorry.