This is just bad tact- sending window repair people at 8:30 in the morning after election night.
This is just bad tact- sending window repair people at 8:30 in the morning after election night.
YESS!!! Kay Hagan won! I moved to North Carolina purely to vote AGAINST Dole.
YESS!!! Kay Hagan won! I moved to North Carolina purely to vote AGAINST Dole.
She says she hates the game
One gets old, one gets tired…
I have thoughts, but no words
The election just ended. Thank God.
The pressure in the room’s mounting
I’m going to a new place to meet people. 1 on 1
Just once i want to read ’emphasis removed.
Just once i want to read ’emphasis removed.’
I had to tell Obama to stop spamming my phone.
I had to tell Obama to stop spamming my phone.
Pamphlet: How Poo Can Help You!
“Okay, so, if you ever happen to be in that situation again, fearing you might be assaulted by a guy, I know what to do. And I’ll tell you, but first, and this is important… can you have a bowel…
“Life is full of qualitative differences.
“Life is full of qualitative differences.”
I don’t consider blog titles canon
… although in my blog, I do.
On pornography and respect for persons…
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, she thinks that people are MORE than objects??” — Frank Jagear, Oct. 19, 2008
Nablopomo
The plan: succeed in grad school, post every day in November. The strategy: just post a quote, pithy line, six-word story, or other simple thing. The execution: beheading.
I don’t want to know how to live the good life, I want to lead the Great life.
I don’t want to know how to live the good life, I want to lead the Great life.
Not only can I not spare change, I can’t even spare time to answer this ques–
Not only can I not spare change, I can’t even spare time to answer this ques–
Time to take off my leisure hat and put on my work poncho.
Time to take off my leisure hat and put on my work poncho.
So it turns out I don’t have cancer.
So it turns out I don’t have cancer. Oh, well, you can’t win them all.
Is it normal that every time I walk into a bank I have to convince myself I’m not planning on robbing it?
Is it normal that every time I walk into a bank I have to convince myself I’m not planning on robbing it?
Remember where you hid the bodies.
His notes to himself grew cryptic.