God damn, they look so god damn like the same person
Like, wtf? I have bad fridays, that's all there is to it. I have had bad fridays since this one time Renée and Jessica screamed "It's Friday" in the court yard thinking I would give a "Gawd daimn". Gawd daimn. Bad timing j00 guys.
Luckily, Jasm and Blake(t) rectified my gay ass. Calculus(cool) is in the house, especially now that I can show someone how David becomes infinitely more gay as X approaches 0. David is a good guy for letting us make fun of him and not shooting our asses. Props to David(j).
Blake(t) and Jasm made some pretty funny movies back in the day. Blake had short hair. It was weird.
I have been playing with this concept of implied being verbs. Some strains of folk do that, and I think its a rather plain display of ignorance. They don't understand what verbs or, or maybe even that when they say "David's gay" they are using a contraction and saying "David is gay". If all it takes is to append an "s" sound to constitute correctness, what's so wrong with pronouncing that s silently? After all, we have the silent "e".
Bridgett called a truce with me yesterday, which is odd, because I don't recall warring with her, but I am a forgetful soul, so I'll take her word for it. Good chap, that one.
Renée decided there was no point in posting on her LiveJournal now that I'm back in the states. I'm thoroughly disappointed.
I have a situation that I don't know quite how to handle. A good friend of mine was participating in an awfully stupid process the other day. He swears there was no risk, and that there's no need for me to have been concerned. A friend of my sister's was nearly killed by a drunk driver a few years ago. She used to be fabulously gorgeous (sigh, she was a lesbian...), and she's finally up to only slightly goofy looking after tons of surgery. It pisses me off that he could just start up a car and drive home like that. He swears the hotel was only 50 ft from where the party was, and that it was no big deal. Why the fuck didn't he walk then? What if he hit a person walking in the parking lot? More likely yet, what if he hit another car parked in the parking lot, and then was drunk when the police came to fill out the accident report? He could have had a fucking DUI, and he's not even 17 yet. I'm afraid to even bring up the fact that I'm disappointed, because I'm not totally sure that would do anything except prevent him from telling me about it in the future. That sure doesn't do any fucking good. I hope that if he understands how scary it is to me that something awful might happen. I hate having to pretend shit like this doesn't bother me.
Strikes and fucking gutters.
Luckily, Jasm and Blake(t) rectified my gay ass. Calculus(cool) is in the house, especially now that I can show someone how David becomes infinitely more gay as X approaches 0. David is a good guy for letting us make fun of him and not shooting our asses. Props to David(j).
Blake(t) and Jasm made some pretty funny movies back in the day. Blake had short hair. It was weird.
I have been playing with this concept of implied being verbs. Some strains of folk do that, and I think its a rather plain display of ignorance. They don't understand what verbs or, or maybe even that when they say "David's gay" they are using a contraction and saying "David is gay". If all it takes is to append an "s" sound to constitute correctness, what's so wrong with pronouncing that s silently? After all, we have the silent "e".
Bridgett called a truce with me yesterday, which is odd, because I don't recall warring with her, but I am a forgetful soul, so I'll take her word for it. Good chap, that one.
Renée decided there was no point in posting on her LiveJournal now that I'm back in the states. I'm thoroughly disappointed.
I have a situation that I don't know quite how to handle. A good friend of mine was participating in an awfully stupid process the other day. He swears there was no risk, and that there's no need for me to have been concerned. A friend of my sister's was nearly killed by a drunk driver a few years ago. She used to be fabulously gorgeous (sigh, she was a lesbian...), and she's finally up to only slightly goofy looking after tons of surgery. It pisses me off that he could just start up a car and drive home like that. He swears the hotel was only 50 ft from where the party was, and that it was no big deal. Why the fuck didn't he walk then? What if he hit a person walking in the parking lot? More likely yet, what if he hit another car parked in the parking lot, and then was drunk when the police came to fill out the accident report? He could have had a fucking DUI, and he's not even 17 yet. I'm afraid to even bring up the fact that I'm disappointed, because I'm not totally sure that would do anything except prevent him from telling me about it in the future. That sure doesn't do any fucking good. I hope that if he understands how scary it is to me that something awful might happen. I hate having to pretend shit like this doesn't bother me.
Strikes and fucking gutters.