this sure the fuck ain't *my* sisterhood. this is some stupid highschool version.
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apologize. whoever wrote this bullshit, whoever offered money for this bullshit... fucking APOLOGIZE!
you can read some of the court docs here:
here is some more info:
that tom cruise suit was *not* settled. it was *dropped*... big difference!
i am... truly touched and... what is this liquid rivulet down my ch... (no, lower)... is it, could it be... my ovaries leaking?
he/she/it has a great future as a music critic.
willa cather. one of my favourite writers, really. her prose just seems to have... a breeze blowing through it. quite beautiful.
the audition scenes!! wheeeeee!!!
oh man. the original producers. (this, not the horrid remake)... one of the funniest movies ever made. i dunno how many times i have watched it but still, everytime, i laugh all-the-way through. now *that* is... genius.
the false eyelashes kind.
speaking as a canadian, i can confirm that it is consistently grey only in the summer. but the winter —which as everyone knows (okay, all canadians know) lasts 8 months— generally has more of a brownish tinge.
you may thank me now
okay you guys... feast!
yes! and yesyesyesyesyes! and also, a big yes. YES, goddammfuck!
my old dog, a notorious intellectual wannabe, ate the first volume of the complete hungarian-english dictionary.
yeah! you coulda at least stuck some moose antlers on that fucking hat!
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*this* is sinead o'connor. still great, after all these years:
what the hell. 1. it was a joke, and 2. since when is italian a race?? (and no, i ain't gonna tell you the correct term for your misconstruance (of a joke, no less). mainly cause it seems so very prevalent, hereabouts... and that annoys me). among the many other things. that annoy me nowadays, here, goddammit.