I'm mutant hand clapping for you, JamieMF!! Congrats!
Ann's research about Obama consisted of her Googling the term "Public Enemy #1". She thinks our VP is Chuck D and Professor Griff is our Secretary of Education.
Her next speech: "Did you know that President Flav thinks 9-11 is a joke in your town?!"
He strapped his dog to the top of his car and drove for hours?! What a fucking prick.
Blue-Ray Special Alternate Ending: BiBell and PD get married in their now shared loft with Balsac the Jaws of Death as officiant. All the groomsmen wear spiked codpieces and the MOH performs a demonic abortion on herself as a touching tribute to the new Mr. and Mrs.
You should put up one of those signs "782 Days Without A Rape!" Good job, guys! No one sexually violated their co-workers this week! Gold stars all around and you've sure earned a doughnut party!
I'm pretty sure male service members love being characterized as unfeeling rape machines that can think of nothing else but assaulting their fellow soldiers' vaginas when put in the same room together. Does she not realize how disgusting she is being to both genders?
Every massage therapist friend I have says it happens a lot. People store lots of tension in their bodies and the release can be overwhelming. Touch is very powerful and many of us lack a lot of meaningful touch in our lives. I have come close to crying at least a dozen times and I go once a month. I think it is called massage "therapy" for a reason. ;)
I have one too! Mine is old but a beast at washing dishes. It scoffs at pre-washing and laughs in the face of baked on cheese. Such a bargain at $5- congrats!!
I did too. I had no idea Test had died.
OH! That one is so much better- thank you!
Whitney's NYT obit is just... bizarre. The perspective of the article is just off for me with too much name-dropping and a focus on her commercial success rather then her contribution as an artist. I also think there is too many broad generalizations made (like this opening sentence: Whitney Houston died a cautionary tale, but all cautionary tales were heroes once.) and not nearly personal enough. The author cannot even summon any of the joy that were hallmarks of Whitney's music and performance.
In 1991 America was not really down with patriotism because there was such a divided mindset about the Gulf War. (Quaint now, I know.) Whitney's signature performance was a blockbuster because she was able to make an creaky obligatory anthem into something fresh and joyous and transcendental. Her version flew off shelves back when people still bought singles and since when has it ever been cool again to blare the national anthem as a pop song?
Whitney gave countless girls someone to look up to and be inspired by. She was a fantastic touchstone for women of color and beloved by teenage girls from every demographic who found her someone to look up to. The Bodyguard was the Titanic of its day except that it featured an interracial romance. Whitney was electric on screen and achieved a crossover success in movies that none of her peers has ever managed.
The NTY obit to me, has too much of a preachy and "teachable moment" tone and ignores the complex toll that addiction has on a life in favor of highlighting painful moments of her life as shallow tabloid misfires. The author calls her the "Queen of Pain" in the closing sentence. I mean, ugh. It is totally unnecessary and a title I am positive Whitney herself would never cop to.
Add mine to the chorus of voices sad at her death and affirming her awesome awe inspiring talent.
Do you want to give me a call? I'm starting an Ultimate Excel Formatting League and could use you on the team.
I think the hair thing is hilarious and adorable! Some babies have "old souls" but you apparently had an "elderly scalp"! I had red hair and hazel eyes... born to a Chinese mom. Then I browned out as I got older so I finally looked like I came from my parents. But no one gave a shit because my parents were not famous. LOL
My mom and dad sat my brother and I down at a very early age and opened up the family's books to us. What our tuition cost, food budget, light bill, allowances, clothes, etc. This was revisited every year. As we got older (closer to being full adults at 18) we were expected to shoulder a larger and larger amount of contribution to the family. We could do that by doing more chores (i.e. labor) or removing expenses from the budget and using our own money to cover them. Both my brother and I mostly did the latter by getting jobs and buying our own clothes, entertainment, and extras. We still did chores and allowances were trimmed away entirely as we got older. My brother bought his first car from my mother for (honest to god!) full blue book resale value, since that what she could have gotten if she'd sold it to a third party. This way we never felt deprived since nothing was being kept from us.
"It's not my fault there's a 14 year old girl on my runway/photoshoot, since..."
a) "...everyone's casting 14 year olds!"
b) "...they don't look 14!"
c) "...most 14 year olds would love to be here!"
d) "...she's very mature for her age."
This is just my person experience talking but to me it wasn't worth the energy to sacrifice the peace of mind. I gained weight because I was eating and drinking all the time and nothing seemed to satisfy me. Then I read an article about how the reported helpfulness of Abilify for mental health condition was pretty marginal compared to a placebo. That was enough for me to reconsider taking it. I am now on a completely different drug which makes me tired all the time and had ridiculous side-effects when I first started. But I can deal with the tiredness much better then the mania of Abilify.
*I tried to look for the study, and couldn't find it again.
Sonata is a hypnotic like Ambien. Half of Love's batshit behavior can be explained by this drug alone.
Abilify made me manic as fucking hell: ZERO attention span and crazy amounts of energy all channeled into shopping, drinking, or both at the same time. The best way I can put it is: I never lived in the present, I only could think about what was next. The second I sat down to watch a movie, I was waiting for it to be over. When I got home, I immediately started planning to go out. Once I got to a party or bar, I couldn't stop thinking about leaving. No peace ever.
Also, color me surprised that all of Love's drug issues are with legal ones.
I would also carry your bags.
My best-friend rode a bus for two hours, had an abortion, then caught the bus back home. Alone. Boyfriend was a dick, parents didn't know. She was 18. I was living across the ocean but I will always always regret not being there for her.
That was my favorite movie anyway... so, gladly! I am very glad he got his dementor under control.
