I was prepping one of those movie theater popcorn poppers the size of a phone booth. But the amount of evidence that already came out is huge, and I'm holding on to the hope that it'll continue to hurt them in the next lawsuit even if they did squirm out of saying "I'm a naughty naughty boy" every 3 minutes on the air.
'Potential'
Natter 77: I miss my friends. I miss my enemies. I miss the people I talked to every day.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Oh, yeah, let's hope.
Fucking Twitter. There are a few people I still follow there, but I need to never go back. Someone is on there now claiming I'm lying about my deathbed visit to my dad, and I'm shaking with rage, absolutely irrational and murderous. I would seriously harm this person if we were in the same room, and I don't like that about myself.
(The context is so fucking dumb, and does so little to help the accuser's case, I'm not going to go into it. I'm just choking on fury.)
I would seriously harm this person if we were in the same room, and I don't like that about myself.
You are an human being with limits and flaws. Only Jesus never sinned in his heart.
Ugh I’m so sorry JZ. That’s infuriating.
I admit I use Twitter on occasion—generally for news/reactions to very recent things (like a live tv sports thing or when the ferry recently crashed here) but I’ve never been able to handle it on the regular as a firehose of information.
Ugh, JZ, that's awful!
Fucking shitsquib, JZ. what a waste of the sweat his mother expended bringing him to birth. Pro tip: If you kill him, don't take anything.
(Suddenly Simon's headache clears up, before he gets the advil open. He doesn't know why. He smiles, but only briefly.) Which intensity, I think is why people ask him about the Sopranos finale so often...he and Chase don't look like each other, and yet? Resemblance. On the wrong day, though, I wouldn't, even as chick, approach either one without a cup.
She's a she, a nurse, and claims to be a good and loving one who advocates like hell for her patients. I told her this was untrue, she's a bad nurse, and she reminds me of the nurse who pushed me to suicidal thoughts years ago (I outlived her, by God I did).
I could still kick her ass, not as thoroughly as my fake husband/ AU! real dad(I know what my mom likes, after a fashion...it could've, but it didn't, but much like Oz "it would explain a lot...") But I did promise him I'd #MowTheInternet and she sounds like just the right piece of crabgrass to start with. ETA: there is also a reason "meaning well is no excuse" is a slogan in the disability community. some of the worst people I've ever met are women in the "helping professions".