good luck my friend. I hope you eventually figure out what YOU want and not what everyone else thinks you SHOULD want.
good luck my friend. I hope you eventually figure out what YOU want and not what everyone else thinks you SHOULD want.
yours DOESN’T??!?
I’m digging the Clarissa Explains White Supremacy FB page, though it isn’t updated nearly often enough.
People seem about as determined to hoard their privilege as they are to hoard all the guns.
I secretly feel that way, too, but I have been too sheepish to admit it in public.
(Jeremy Piven can get it)
Once they get into a frat, their grades will improve. Frats keep a bank of exams, notes and papers. It pays to cheat!
I had a surgical abortion almost a year ago and spent the rest of the day snuggled up with my boyfriend eating barbeque and watching The First Wives Club with a heating pad. Had it not been for the copious amounts of blood coming out of me, it would have been the perfect day off.
The person with whom you are arguing transposed two letters in writing comments. She is obviously knowledgeable, through personal experience about the group you claim to want to have a discussion about. She did not call them an offensive name. You could have the discussion you say you want, but instead you’d rather…
Oddly, you have derailed any chance of having an honest discussion by being condescendingly persnickety about a misspelling. Funny how that works.
My heart truly hurts for her. She must be so overwhelmed and scared. I hope no matter what choice she makes it is the best one for baby & herself.
Is there a meaningful difference?
People, please. This is just an isolated incident that bears striking similarities to hundreds, if not thousands of stories of police departments preying on minorities. This is absolutely NOT part of a pattern, and I resent any implication as such.
I am SO JEALOUS. Also I almost always order soup at a good restaurant because good soup is amazing. Preferably paired with wine by someone who knows what they are doing. Sip of soup, sip of wine, sip of soup, sip of wine.
Thanks, Doc, but it ain’t a thing. The people making me cry are the doctors and nurses. Nobody knows where the gunmen are, nobody knows who or what is safe, and these awesome humans are ready to respond not just here, but at the scene. Just point ‘em toward the bleeding people and get out of the way.
Worst of all? This was the text:
“Divorce text, impressive”
Patty? Edna? Same person?