If “ate a gas station burrito” means “sold my body for ten dollars at a truckstop to make gas money,” then no. It was a rest area.
If “ate a gas station burrito” means “sold my body for ten dollars at a truckstop to make gas money,” then no. It was a rest area.
It’s bad. But that is my favorite trip! I recommend the 40 if you can. The 10 is just the fat oily fist of Texas for years, and hot like the sun. On the 40, you can do the Painted Desert and even the Grand Canyon if you have time. I did the 40 a couple months ago, from D.C. to California, and I took a cooler of…
My brains: “I think it’s Loley Caffoon. No. Cokey Balloon? Rory Calhoun? Loco Buffoon it is.”
Honestly, you are an exception. Most people don’t budge that much from what they knew. And if you have been enlightened, people accept it readily.
Oof. “I’ll consume her offerings and be made happy by her but I’ll never accept her as a normal human!” I’ll have the god she’s having.
I honestly haven’t watched her shows, but it always seems like she is two-thirds of a person trying desperately to get funding for the last third. It always feels weird.
I’d have invented reasons to stick around so I could try to tell whether she was racist or just dim, or a combo, or a different thing with tentacles. Because this is one of life’s great mysteries and I can’t stop needing to understand why people believe in this... person.
That’s where my mind went too—*everybody* breaks on The Road. I found out about this when I went on a road trip with my gluten-free, dairy-free, green juice-or-nothing, yoga-every-day sister a couple years ago: she said she was hungry and I started to say, “Oh I packed some hummus and pita and we also—”
It’s awfully convenient that confusion and shame after a severe trauma is the “reason” this crime often goes unpunished.
Pettycoat junction.
“She could just never win with those people.”
It’s certainly a branch on the tree—if the criminal’s enjoyment matters, his feelings and opinions become valid and the crime is reframed as a conflict of perspectives, each legitimate, and the victim is reframed as another player in a complex dance. He doesn’t have to say that her main choreography involves “dressing…
Oh my god, PETTYCOAT OF MANY COLORS. You’ve made me very, very happy.
That order is HOT. All the right words in all the right order! Just beautiful.
Whenever her latest defense goes up (and she has been defending him for years), I just feel so sad. It’s the ostensible “I’m healed” surface, coupled with the obvious traumatized behavior. I respect her right to be as healed as she wants, but it can’t matter to the judiciary.
They can speak out and fight for change in the system, but victims are the absolute worst people for determining fair punishment, for reasons that you clearly get. They will always be the most emotional and least logical, and opinions will vary wildly even within the family. You just can’t do a justice system that…
Yes. Emotions are always legitimate, but they should not be relevant to the judicial process. They aren’t relevant when you’re angry and want the death penalty, and they aren’t relevant when you want the person to go free. I understand why this is difficult, but I don’t understand the refusal to accept it.
She’s really quite stupid. She may present well because she’s had the best education in the world at pathological lying, but that’s the only thing she’s truly good at. She lacks self awareness, intellectual curiosity, empathy, respect for knowledge, ethics, and mastery of any specific field (she managed a bachelor’s…
Um, remix your attitude and then we’ll discuss.
Yay! The spray will give you more control and prevent mistakes. Orchids are an absolute joy and can be easy.