Willow ,'Conversations with Dead People'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
If Obama was a white man, he would not be in this position," she continued. "And if he was a woman (of any color) he would not be in this position. He happens to be very lucky to be who he is. And the country is caught up in the concept." Ferraro does not buy the notion of Obama as the great reconciler.
Tumbledown and abandoned: The ruins of Michael Jackson's Neverland
The merry-go-round stands rusting and lifeless. An elaborate floral display that used to stand proudly at the front of the mansion has wilted, leaving just bare earth.
The tepees are collapsing in on themselves and a tent covering the bumper cars is falling to bits.
Unless Michael Jackson can pay off part of his £160 million debts, his legendary Neverland ranch will be sold next week at auction on the steps of the Santa Barbara County courthouse - a site which will recall for him his painful 2005 child molestation trial and acquittal which left him even more of a recluse.
The pictures are weird - it's amazing how far things have deteriorated. Quite a lot of dead trees and other plants.
Habby birthday Tommy!
Seriously, Mrs. Ferraro?
Put down the Haterade, woman!
Violet is very, very cute.
Happy Birthday Tom!
I've had a busy last week and a half. I had stomach flu last weekend and finally recovered on Monday. Wendsday night I woke up and my heart was beating abnormally and at around 180 beats a minute. Atrial Fibrillation as it turns out. Anyhow I went to the ER where they were able to get things under control and spent a good part of the day in ICU at our local hospital. Yesterday I saw my doctor about it and, after looking over my hospital report, declared them idiots and changed my medication.
I'm hoping things calm down health-wise.
Put down the Haterade, woman!
She does seem kinda bitter in that article.
ugh Gud. hope you feel better and have a calm week.
I am strving, but don't feel like I can go to lunch until I hear frommy boss on something. Unfortunately the meeting he is supposed to be out of is running late.
also? no idea what I want for lunch.
I'm feeling like i'm coming down with something, so it's won ton soup and spicy halal veggies for me. Yum. Possibly a samosa.
I went to get my lunch out of the refrigerator. It wasn't there. I stared. Shuffled some containers around. Still not there. I headed back to my desk to post on the internets that someone had stolen my fucking lunch. I put the Diet Coke on my desk and went back to look again, because seriously, what the shit?
I looked in the refrigerator. Still no lunch. When I closed the door, I realized, wait a second. This wasn't the refrigerator I put my lunch in earlier today; the door was different. It was in the exact same spot as the refrigerator I put my lunch in, but that refrigerator was gone.
I headed back to my desk to post on the internets that my fucking lunch had disappeared. Stumbled over the refrigerator which had my lunch, which was hidden in a corner behind many filing cabinets.
I now have my lunch and am wondering if they make tupperware with tracking devices.