It's not because she's black.
It's because she's a woman. Women are idiots, all of them. Also fat people.
It's not because she's black.
It's because she's a woman. Women are idiots, all of them. Also fat people.
God, so atrocious in the Old Testament, so attractive in the New--the Jekyl and Hyde of sacred romance.
-Mark Twain
If people are good only because they fear punishment and hope for reward, then we are a sorry lot indeed.
-Albert Einstein
^^^ ughm.... sense of humor anyone?
mo'Dajvo' pa'wIjDaq je narghpu' He'So'bogh SajlIj
and what's up with people clearly seeing a person coming towards the elevator, being two steps away, and pushing the button just having the door close in my face?
i always wait for others. it seems that manners haven't been the highest priority in this country.
mo'Dajvo' pa'wIjDaq je narghpu' He'So'bogh SajlIj
^^^i thought i put an lol in there...let me check, yeah i did.
♥ the love you take is equal to the love you make ♥
When I see someone's coming I keep myself from making eye contact and hide in the corner, then I frantically hit the close button. I love when it slides shut right in their face.
God, so atrocious in the Old Testament, so attractive in the New--the Jekyl and Hyde of sacred romance.
-Mark Twain
If people are good only because they fear punishment and hope for reward, then we are a sorry lot indeed.
-Albert Einstein
I'm currently waiting for a phone call from the owners of a restaurant where I applied to be the Chef. I interviewed with them on Saturday, cooked for them Sunday, and now I'm just waiting. Indications are I'm their choice, but it's not official yet and it's eating me up.
Money is good and it's an opportunity to build my career. Probably the best opportunity I'll have for a while. I'm so ****ing anxious right now.
I was anoyed today by the fact I first had to post 15 post before I can use the mail here. With this post, I am at 15 lol
Theres a difference between doing that and being as rude as the person you describe was, i would never do that.
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
And how exactly does that explain the story of my life??!
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
i have low tolerance for rudeness
mo'Dajvo' pa'wIjDaq je narghpu' He'So'bogh SajlIj