Why even post a three-star review? If I post about a thing it's "OMG, I heart my new thing." or one star "Have you no decency, madam?"(more likely to happen now as KO has taught me so many prep-school ways of saying "Your mama!") People don't stand up in the public square to say "meh...it's a'ight." Congratulations, sj!
'Dirty Girls'
Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Plus...if there's crime scene tape around it, the police ALREADY KNOW.
That's where I was going with it, until the knife and fake blood thing.
Why even post a three-star review? If I post about a thing it's "OMG, I heart my new thing." or one star "Have you no decency, madam?"(more likely to happen now as KO has taught me so many prep-school ways of saying "Your mama!") People don't stand up in the public square to say "meh...it's a'ight." Congratulations, sj!
Hah! It's the "40-degree day" [TM Stringer Bell] of book reviews. (Yes, I spent a good deal of last week rewatching The Wire. What of it?)
ETA for people who didn't:
Stringer Bell: That's good. That's like a 40-degree day. Ain't nobody got nothing to say about a 40-degree day. Fifty. Bring a smile to your face. Sixty, shit, niggas is damn near barbecuing on that motherfucker. Go down to 20, niggas get their bitch on. Get their blood complaining. But forty? Nobody give a fuck about 40. Nobody remember 40, and y'all niggas is giving me way too many 40-degree days! What the fuck?
Hah! It's the "40-degree day" [TM Stringer Bell] of book reviews.
BWAH!!!
I just had to rewrite an essay revisiting my fifteen-year-old self. I was such a dork-- no wonder I didn't date until college.
The things I do in the name of promotion.
I had forgotten that quote, Brenda, but Stringer is too right about that. Of course, around here, forty is much closer to "get your bitch on," but his overall theory is sound.
Here in SoCal, 40º is hell freezing over. There'd be lots of bitching!
I tried to vote this morning. I hope it counted. Seems the state of CA got my updated license, with donor sticker and everything, but not my voter registration. Took forever to vote. And rather strange too, as it was in a nursing home. The foyer was crowded with wheel chairs just sitting around. Patients in the hallway. Like they were stacked up to land at LAX or something. Kinda strange.
Shir has too much work on to post here today, but she wanted me to put this link up:That is a great article! I linked it on my Facebook as well. Way to go Shir! So proud.
OK, back to work. Too much to do. Stressed? Me? No. Well. Maybe a bunch, but not too bad.
Hah! Erin, that's messed up. Plus...if there's crime scene tape around it, the police ALREADY KNOW.
Note to self: If I kill someone, put police tape around the crime scene and FOOL THEM ALL!!!!
I found a printer that can likely print my wedding announcements for me! I am meeting with them tomorrow. Keep your fingers crossed.
And rather strange too, as it was in a nursing home. The foyer was crowded with wheel chairs just sitting around. Patients in the hallway. Like they were stacked up to land at LAX or something. Kinda strange.
HKF's school class went to the neighborhood nursing home in costume last Friday for Halloween - it's a longstanding tradition. This time, the new staffer at the front told their teacher "The residents should be down in 10 or 15 minutes, why don't you have a seat in the chairs." The teacher looked at her hopped-up-on-candy kids and back at the staffer and said "Seriously? We're going outside to play, we'll be back."