“Would you stay if she promised you heaven?
“Would you stay if she promised you heaven?
Can some please, for the love of all that is good and pure, get this orange fuck a Thesaurus?
When I used to commute on 99, my drive to work on the lower deck was (in my mind) a daily breakneck race to the uncovered portion. Driving home, I always figured at least I was on top and wouldn’t be pancaked.
I feel as though I sound so melodramatic when I’m honest about the despair, but that doesn’t make it go away or change how low these daily onslaughts of news make me feel. It frightens me, too.
I like it. And by that, I mean I love it. It’s a truer message than I’ve seen in a long while.
If you weren’t in the greys right now, I’d almost think there is a glitch with your account. I cannot see the conversation we had yesterday unless I click in from my notifications. When I pull up the article, the entire thread is gone and your replies to other threads on the same article have disappeared, too.
Yes, Melania of House Trump; Queen of Mar-a-Lago, Wearer of a Pith Hat; Mother of Mullets, Keeper of Secrets, the Unshitholed, Princess of Pussy-Grabbing, First of Her Shame, Khaleesi of the Great Orange Dumpster Fire.
Nearly every article is depressing to read right now. While I can logically understand I should be fired up and ready to fight, I mostly feel listless and sad.
Ha! Is this a trap? If I respond, then perhaps you are correct. :)
Never. As much as I enjoy them, I’d hate to be the one to take away someone else’s enjoyment by spoiling them.
I think my wires are crossed somewhere in my head and my body reads anticipation as equal to anxiety. I don’t like it.
I don’t understand it, personally. I would never share a spoiler with anyone who doesn’t want to be spoiled, but I find people get offended and quite huffy when I say that I like to be spoiled.
I thrive on spoilers and am seriously disappointed with the lack of them this season. I realize this makes me a terrible person to some, but anticipation is my least favorite feel. I need to know where I’m going in order to fully enjoy the ride.
Same!!
Ouch! That got dark real fast.
Have you seen Trump’s mouth? I think it’s clear what pork anus has to do with this.
When we only had medical here as an option, I knew so many people who said it was easy to get a card, but I didn’t find that to be the case at all. I think that may have been my aversion to the shops that had a big “the doctor is in” a-board out front, tho.
Decriminalizing was the first step for us, too. Here is to hoping medical is next and after that, it’s a quick trip to legalization.
What can this still weird kid-at-heart say? My Mom did love her late morning bowling league and I was too young for school.