When I need to vent before I kick someone.
I’ve been known to bite, too.
Actually, I should say, “Too much laziness, yet not quite enough, will get you.” Don’t you love that moment, after you clean out your history and your cookies and all, when you discover all the things you no longer remember the password for? Extreme laziness would spare me this. If every password were the same, […]
Laziness Will Get You Read More »
I remember when I wrote nearly every day. Not just a few words, either. About 800 words on days I worked, and 1200 or more on days I didn’t. It wasn’t magic that I ended up with several complete novel drafts (I think the count is seven? *counts on fingers* yep, seven.) I worked my
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I want a presidential candidate who has worked for a living. Not someone who just had a job–they all manage that at some point. I want someone who, dog-tired and sick as one too, dragged his or her ass to work because one more day in bed would mean not having the money to pay
You Know What I Want? Read More »
That’s all. Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition. Bush will get more money to kill people, with no restraints. He won’t put money towards health care, though, because then people will just stop paying for their own insurance to use the government-provided one. God, he’s a moron. Can somebody pry that *BLEEP*ing silver spoon out of
I got one of those emails the other day. You know the ones. “Forward this if you believe in God!” Because, yeah. God doesn’t care how I treat that stranger on the street–he gives a damn (literally) if I forward some smarmy email with cutesy sparkling angels to AT LEAST TEN PEOPLE. Buying that homeless
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That’s all I do. Write passes. They pay me $13 an hour to write passes. I’m proud of myself. I didn’t bite him. Didn’t even declare an incredible headache and go home. Not like he would notice how hard everyone had to work to cover the hole I left. He’s so out of it, he