So I just read my roommate, Emily, the following sentence:
A person is not liable for damages in any civil action for wrongful birth based on a claim that, but for an act or omission of the defendant, a child or children would not or should not have been born.
And then I asked her what she…
I’m speechless. *put all republicans in a jar with a big anchor on it [only for sink purposes in the deepest sea].
My phone counts text messages.
You know you get along with someone when you’ve exchanged 6,916 text messages since November 18th.
yeah, that’s pretty serious… :)
So this morning I was a little hungover and extremely thirsty and Emily and I went to the Home Depot and that’s where I spotted these amazing big jugs of Fabuloso. Now I’ve never heard of Fabuloso but I love the name Fabuloso and the color looks delicious so I told Emily I was going to buy an enormous jug of Fabuloso and drink it all today. I was so excited. I was like shouting in the Home Depot, I SHALL DRINK ALL THE FABULOSO!
But then Emily read the label and said I couldn’t drink it because Fabuloso is actually an all-purpose cleaner.
Then I was sad.
…you can drink it ~ but only once.
Women look prettier in the rain.
yet another mystery of life… you did find out. : ) [never stop looking]
I was recalling to my roommates that during my speech to the elementary school kids I may have at one point half-shouted at the tots, ‘you know how if you give a man a fish, he eats for a day but if you teach a man to fish, he’ll eat for a lifetime—well give a man a book about fishing and he’ll fucking teach himself to fish!’
Well, I’m paraphrasing.
I hope the kids survived your speech and didn’t throw any personally things at you [like their used diapers, lunch boxes, etc.]
Nice treadmill. When did you buy that? Great purchase. I bet you use it a ton. I bet you use it just as much now as when you first bought it. God, doesn’t it feel good to be fit?
Why I can hear…or even smell your sarcasm through your tiny singular lines woven into plural meanings….. although you’re million miles away, genius…. ? :)
Whenever I think anything at all about black people I worry I’m being racist. Like after talkiing to this lady on the train this morning my brain had the following debate with itself:
God damn there is a special kind of fucking awesome about happy old black ladies!
Hmmm. Is that racist?
…to be happy isn’t racist….anyhow, what skin color… but, if you make an old[er] lady unhappy…that’s dishonorable & disrespectful…[in some cases even sarcasm?]. —- and for dark skin ladies, I say: …that’s maybe an infinite test to human dignity… for everyone.
…again? …how many times you lost & found it, in 2011?… I remember every single [panic-] time… *you need something on your body, to hide your phone permanently…an armpit - bag, a fake Rastafarian wig with very stable hairnet…or something… #justsaying ;D & I wish you a very, very Happy New Year, jusky :) xx