Wow, weaves should be considered life-saving devices. First a weave saved that girl from ANTM from cracking her skull when she passed out, now a weave save a woman from a bullet! God bless you weaves!
In addition to being disturbed and quite possibly evil, Casey Anthony has to be one of the dumbest, most incompetent murderers in history.
Not only did she tell bizarre, nonsensical lies, but she very nearly wrote an admission in her diary? She must have had a very low estimation of the detective skills of Florida officials.
@Gumbina80: I'm thinking she's definitely crazy, which often disturbs people's ability to link cause and effect, or accurately predict likely future events.
That belief that females cannot drive is the most obnoxious thing ever. Seriously, I can't drive because my bits go in? Bullshit, and most of the people who believe that (in my experience) cannot drive at all.
@sassy wants her own tenth Doctor: I read an article over on MSN once that showed women were actually safer drivers than men, looking at things like insurance claims, police reports, traffic citations, etc. I looked at the discussion board for the article, and found the most sexist shit I've ever seen in my life posted there. One of the many reasons why I've stopped reading comments on mainstream sites.
@Ailanthus-altissima: I drive with my lab when I'm at home sometimes. She loves the wind in her face but is too scared to move, so she camps in the backseat (or sometimes passenger) and hangs out.
Kind of a tangent but not really: When I was moving out of my college apartment, my mom came to help me and brought Cessa (full name - Princess). I opened the back of the SUV to see a GIANT pile, like seriously piled high, of blankets and pillows, and Cessa jumped right on there and snuggled down. It was just like Princess and the Pea, but with a seatbelt. Spoiled puppy :)
@AJ: Funny, that asshole on their cellphone who just cut me off on the beltway clearly doesn't have the driving gene either! But he was a dude! What gives??
@AJ: Other reasons women can't drive: we all know they go nutso when they're PMSing, and will either careen into traffic in a fit of homicidal rage, or be so blinded by tears that they can no longer drive safely. Duh.
@AJ: I desperately want to post a clip of Homer Simpson driving while playing with a lite brite, deep frying hush puppies, and watching tv, but alas, it isn't gonna happen.
I live near the Little India section of Queens, which comes complete with a Bollywood theater.
My God -- those movies are amazing. Why are they dancing in the midst of this dramatic film? Where did all these people come from? Who are these blonde Southern California chorus girls, and what are they doing in Mumbai? Why is the lead character, who is on a spiritual journey, leaping out of a cake, much like a stripper at a bachelorette party?
AND the movies are FOUR HOURS LONG. At least there is an intermission.
@NewsBunny: Definitely! I freaking love little India. Every time I visit, I try to get up there to buy bulk spices, movies, and gorge on buffets. Such a great neighborhood!
@tinycowboyhats: Queens. The Jackson something subway stop, I think. Though news bunny would be probably be able to give you directions. You should definitely go before you leave. It's worth the trip!
@tinycowboyhats: Jackson Heights/Roosevelt Avenue is the stop. Little India is 74th Street, north of Roosevelt and south of 37th, although spills to the streets around.
Take the 7, F, E (F AND E run express), R, V, or G to that stop, and it's right there.
Why would you write something like that down? That's rather disturbing that she has no regrets, if she's referring to killing her daughter. And what ends is she expecting? No more responsibility? Why not just give the baby to her mother? She seemed to be the one to want her anyway.
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Not only did she tell bizarre, nonsensical lies, but she very nearly wrote an admission in her diary? She must have had a very low estimation of the detective skills of Florida officials.
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On a related note - I do often drive with my dog in the car. He is my navi-hound.
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Kind of a tangent but not really: When I was moving out of my college apartment, my mom came to help me and brought Cessa (full name - Princess). I opened the back of the SUV to see a GIANT pile, like seriously piled high, of blankets and pillows, and Cessa jumped right on there and snuggled down. It was just like Princess and the Pea, but with a seatbelt. Spoiled puppy :)
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Also, where does one locate the "driving gene"?
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My God -- those movies are amazing. Why are they dancing in the midst of this dramatic film? Where did all these people come from? Who are these blonde Southern California chorus girls, and what are they doing in Mumbai? Why is the lead character, who is on a spiritual journey, leaping out of a cake, much like a stripper at a bachelorette party?
AND the movies are FOUR HOURS LONG. At least there is an intermission.
Go see one (subtitled, of course). Fabulous.
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Take the 7, F, E (F AND E run express), R, V, or G to that stop, and it's right there.
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Jezebel, you're making my brain sad today.
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