An obligatory "Sorry I don't really read anyone's livejournals anymore" post
I remember sitting there thinking, "Wow, he apologized. I don't remember Democrats ever trying to apologize for anything, even their crappy personal morals. [Not that Republicans don't have crappy personal morals, but as it is, I was thinking of one person in particular.]" As a matter of fact, politicians attempt to make it appear as if they haven't done anything wrong, even if it makes them look stupid in doing so. I don't know what this is. Maybe it's an issue of pride. That's why I can't be a politician. I have no pride.
I lost my cell phone charger. Which is indeed very bad.
On Thursday, I finished getting over my crush on nameless probably-grad student. I patted myself on the back, as it was possibly the second-shortest crush I ever had, and it took no effort at all to purge myself of.
The Horse Whisperer would have been a much more enjoyable book had it not been for the many unnecessarily emotional and graphic sex scenes that plagued the end of the book.
Henry James is selectively awesome.
"She lay silent for ever upstairs - as dead as an unsuccessful book."
"I believe I had also perpetrated a novel."
"My failure never had... the banality of being relative - it was always admirably absolute."
"With no more prejudices than an old sausage-mill, she would give forth again with patient punctuality any poor verbal scrap that had been dropped into her."
"She was only long, very long, like an undecipherable letter."
"... she had an unequalled gift, especially pen in hand, of squeezing big mistakes into small opportunities."
I lost my cell phone charger. Which is indeed very bad.
On Thursday, I finished getting over my crush on nameless probably-grad student. I patted myself on the back, as it was possibly the second-shortest crush I ever had, and it took no effort at all to purge myself of.
The Horse Whisperer would have been a much more enjoyable book had it not been for the many unnecessarily emotional and graphic sex scenes that plagued the end of the book.
Henry James is selectively awesome.
"She lay silent for ever upstairs - as dead as an unsuccessful book."
"I believe I had also perpetrated a novel."
"My failure never had... the banality of being relative - it was always admirably absolute."
"With no more prejudices than an old sausage-mill, she would give forth again with patient punctuality any poor verbal scrap that had been dropped into her."
"She was only long, very long, like an undecipherable letter."
"... she had an unequalled gift, especially pen in hand, of squeezing big mistakes into small opportunities."