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Ok, big admission here…I guess I live under a rock. Until this skiing accident hit the news, I had never even heard of this Natasha woman. But, of course, I will say a prayer for all the people she loved and cared about and all the people who loved and cared about her. I gotta get out more.
So, I have a very important meeting today in a few. I go to the bathroom to spruce myself up. I look in the mirror and realize my glasses are crooked. (Yes, I wear glasses. Big hair, plastic pumps and eyeglasses, I’m a sight to behold). I take off my glasses and bend them a bit to fix them, they’re still crooked, so I bend the frame some more, still crooked, bend the frame again and SNAP….my frames broke in half at the bridge…..aaaarrrggghhh.
For goodness sake, anything that could go wrong regarding this meeting is going wrong. I can’t show up to the meeting with tape holding my glasses together. I’m going without glasses and can hopefully see enough to not make a fool of myself.
Oh, and if I show up tonight without glasses and don’t say hi to you it’s because you’re a blur and I don’t recognize you or can’t read your nametag….not because I’m a biatch, I swear.
Hope to see you later; well technically, maybe I won’t ‘see’ you.
And I’m sure as I’m walking on Atlantic I’ll slip on the hill or step in poop as a black cat crosses in front of me.
You probably missed it, but I wrote a letter to The What about a week ago. In it I told him that I would engage with him in a civil dialogue, if he would do likewise, but that the ball was in his court, given his past “performances”. I told him that I am not going to write to him simply to serve as fodder for one of his street performances.
Even if I were to engage, that would not change my mind about him, specifically, he is a racist, and certainly not someone worthy of praise, or treated like a cute rascal. He is what he is, The What, a vile racist, from his own written record.
Ok, big admission here…I guess I live under a rock. Until this skiing accident hit the news, I had never even heard of this Natasha woman. But, of course, I will say a prayer for all the people she loved and cared about and all the people who loved and cared about her. I gotta get out more.
OMFG!!! I just had a *Rob* moment!
So, I have a very important meeting today in a few. I go to the bathroom to spruce myself up. I look in the mirror and realize my glasses are crooked. (Yes, I wear glasses. Big hair, plastic pumps and eyeglasses, I’m a sight to behold). I take off my glasses and bend them a bit to fix them, they’re still crooked, so I bend the frame some more, still crooked, bend the frame again and SNAP….my frames broke in half at the bridge…..aaaarrrggghhh.
For goodness sake, anything that could go wrong regarding this meeting is going wrong. I can’t show up to the meeting with tape holding my glasses together. I’m going without glasses and can hopefully see enough to not make a fool of myself.
Oh, and if I show up tonight without glasses and don’t say hi to you it’s because you’re a blur and I don’t recognize you or can’t read your nametag….not because I’m a biatch, I swear.
Hope to see you later; well technically, maybe I won’t ‘see’ you.
And I’m sure as I’m walking on Atlantic I’ll slip on the hill or step in poop as a black cat crosses in front of me.
Etson;
I am not in disagreement.
You probably missed it, but I wrote a letter to The What about a week ago. In it I told him that I would engage with him in a civil dialogue, if he would do likewise, but that the ball was in his court, given his past “performances”. I told him that I am not going to write to him simply to serve as fodder for one of his street performances.
Even if I were to engage, that would not change my mind about him, specifically, he is a racist, and certainly not someone worthy of praise, or treated like a cute rascal. He is what he is, The What, a vile racist, from his own written record.
Every time it rains I want to wear a Hawaiian shirt to work in protest.
Trouble is, hard to find a classic Hawaiian shirt.
sorry natasha richardson
I said hateful things to MM in the HOTD thread because she likes the colors.
natasha henstridge?
OK, what will we talk about next???
Benson, I’ll try to make the next get together. I’d love to meet you 🙂
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