dianebk
DianeBK
dianebk

Oh god, how I love that picture. It fills me with such longing and a want that is so deep and mournful that it actually hurts. It makes me feel lost and adrift from the things that would create happiness and contentment in my soul. It makes me despise where I live.

The Bahamas Building Code requires steel structures to withstand hurricane winds up to 150 MPH, but that was in 2003. Some construction companies have been voluntarily upping the tolerable wind speeds of their newer buildings, but much of the Bahamas consists of shanty towns, and there’s no solution there.

Starbucks has terrible coffee. It nearly always tastes burned or scorched or something. The only way I can tolerate it is to make a fancy drink out of it. My husband loves their milkshakes, though, so we stop there a lot.

One thing people tend to not notice is that that Dollar-Menu burger patties are smaller than the larger burgers. We didn’t realize it until Mr.BK and I were doing the drive-thru thing on the way home one day, and he ordered 2 of the cheap-o burgers (because he’s cheap and dumb) and I ordered 1 of the “real” burgers,

I hate Crocs with a passion. I think they’re the God-awfullest shoe ever designed.

Is this a joke? A lion. A lion? An African lion? What kind of American symbol is that?

What the flying fuck? Those are some of the ugliest shoes I’ve ever seen. And they’ve got to be uncomfortable, like the worst thongs ever. 

100% agree. I used to love getting the catalogs because the clothing was so nice. I spent a lot of money on clothing, very little on lingerie. A couple of bras that didn’t fit well, some panties that were okay.

Driving behind it might be like following the best synchronized motorcycle team in the world.

My in-laws wanted to take us someplace a little more special than usual when my husband and I came to visit one year, so they took us to a KFC buffet.

Jesus christ, straw man much?

I just want to hear reporters responding point-blank with, “Mr. President, that’s a bald-faced lie.”

His behavior is erratic and his speech has deteriorated. He has difficulty controlling his temper and he seems to have memory issues. You can practically tell to the minute when the drugs have worn off and Sundowner’s Syndrome has kicked in. Just watch his Twitter feed.

How could they trust us? We lurch from administration to administration, sometimes doing complete 180's as we go. The divisions in this country are so stark, and our system of two parties is so polarized, that there’s very little consensus about anything. One party now is so deeply invested in the “us or them”

What the fuck does Trump et al have against LGBTQ Americans?

To be fair, the answer could be yes, but only if the rest of that question was, “....himself in a mirror?”

Luvsome Chicken Dinner in Gravy is rather tasty. Don’t ask me how I know.

No.