Holy Fucking Shit!
Oct. 24th, 2008 07:39 pmJennifer Hudson's mother and brother have been murdered. And an Amber Alert has been issued for who they believe to be her 7 year old nephew. Oh, that poor woman, her poor family. Damn.
Holy Fucking Shit!
Oct. 24th, 2008 07:39 pmJennifer Hudson's mother and brother have been murdered. And an Amber Alert has been issued for who they believe to be her 7 year old nephew. Oh, that poor woman, her poor family. Damn.
Olbermann Blasts Palin RE: VP Duties
Oct. 22nd, 2008 12:12 amOh, Palin, FAIL!!! I just...I...I have few coherent words about this woman right now. Mostly, I'm trying to fight the image of me slapping her shitless, of smacking those fucking glasses off of her face right after she goes on about the gosh-darned "flexibility" of the vp position. NO NO NO!!!!!!!
Olbermann Blasts Palin RE: VP Duties
Oct. 22nd, 2008 12:12 amOh, Palin, FAIL!!! I just...I...I have few coherent words about this woman right now. Mostly, I'm trying to fight the image of me slapping her shitless, of smacking those fucking glasses off of her face right after she goes on about the gosh-darned "flexibility" of the vp position. NO NO NO!!!!!!!
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Holy Shit!
Jun. 10th, 2008 09:49 pmOMFG, I almost had a heart attack from the way that the winds started to blow like crazy (hurled a window fan out of the window, that's about when I jumped up a foot). Lightning. WTF. It's raining hard as hell now, thundering and lightning like a mofo, winds are crazy. And ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
fings had to stay late at work because a transformer at the college blew so IT stuff regarding keeping the computer room ok had to ensue. He's still not home :(.
We had a blackout for about a minute, but the stove/oven and the refrigerator aren't working. I've fiddled with the circuit breakers but no joy. WTF. I am not happy.
fings had to stay late at work because a transformer at the college blew so IT stuff regarding keeping the computer room ok had to ensue. He's still not home :(.We had a blackout for about a minute, but the stove/oven and the refrigerator aren't working. I've fiddled with the circuit breakers but no joy. WTF. I am not happy.
Holy Shit!
Jun. 10th, 2008 09:49 pmOMFG, I almost had a heart attack from the way that the winds started to blow like crazy (hurled a window fan out of the window, that's about when I jumped up a foot). Lightning. WTF. It's raining hard as hell now, thundering and lightning like a mofo, winds are crazy. And fings had to stay late at work because a transformer at the college blew so IT stuff regarding keeping the computer room ok had to ensue. He's still not home :(.
We had a blackout for about a minute, but the stove/oven and the refrigerator aren't working. I've fiddled with the circuit breakers but no joy. WTF. I am not happy.
fings had to stay late at work because a transformer at the college blew so IT stuff regarding keeping the computer room ok had to ensue. He's still not home :(.We had a blackout for about a minute, but the stove/oven and the refrigerator aren't working. I've fiddled with the circuit breakers but no joy. WTF. I am not happy.
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I remember.
Sep. 11th, 2007 06:38 pmI've had so many things to do/on my mind lately that it wasn't until yesterday that I took a good look at the calender and realized today was going to be the anniversary of 9/11. I guess that's a result of the grieving process, I know 5 years ago I spent about a month dreading the first anniversary. That doesn't mean I've "forgotten" though.
I remember the surprise of hearing that a plane hit one of the Towers.
I remember the fear and shock when then learned both Towers had gotten hit, realizing that it wasn't an accident but an attack was a terrible jolt.
I remember the absolute terror and grief of seeing those building go down, and being so very grateful that I wasn't witnessing it live. The filter of television made it slightly easier to deal with.
I remember the panic of knowing that the Pentagon had been hit, that there was another plane that went down in PA. The jittery fear and overriding sense of doom and being utterly convinced that something else was next, that something else was going to go down and others would die.
I remember the fear I felt for my younger brother who was working in downtown (no in the immediate World Trade Center area, but just a subway ride away) and the relief I felt when he got home, exhausted and shell-shocked from all the hours it took to walk in the mass confusion and fear until he could take the ferry back to NJ, and then hop on a bus towards home.
I remember being convinced that at least 10,000 people had to have died, and the relief when we learned it wasn't as much.
I remember the World Trade Center. It was a building set of buildings, it was in the background my whole life (well, I was 3 when they were completed, but as far as I was concerned they were always there). I am reminded every damn day that they are still gone and I despise the fact that bullshit politics and special interest group nonsense has stalled the construction of something new.
I remember the relentless parade of information about all the people who died, the stream from TV, magazines, newspapers, and internet and how I took it all in no mater how much it upset me because dammit, these people mattered. And also, but for a quirk of fate it could have been me there, or one of my loved ones; leveled on what was supposed to be a regular day.
And I despise how our dreadful, lying sack of shit president used this tragedy to manipulate and hoodwink our nation into a war we didn't have to wage. It makes me sick to know there are thousands of people dead because of Bush's war on terror. It makes me sick and sad and scared to know that this particular cycle of violence might not end in my lifetime (lifeteim= Yolen living to a ripe old age, hopefully!).
In summation: BLEAH.
I remember the surprise of hearing that a plane hit one of the Towers.
I remember the fear and shock when then learned both Towers had gotten hit, realizing that it wasn't an accident but an attack was a terrible jolt.
I remember the absolute terror and grief of seeing those building go down, and being so very grateful that I wasn't witnessing it live. The filter of television made it slightly easier to deal with.
I remember the panic of knowing that the Pentagon had been hit, that there was another plane that went down in PA. The jittery fear and overriding sense of doom and being utterly convinced that something else was next, that something else was going to go down and others would die.
I remember the fear I felt for my younger brother who was working in downtown (no in the immediate World Trade Center area, but just a subway ride away) and the relief I felt when he got home, exhausted and shell-shocked from all the hours it took to walk in the mass confusion and fear until he could take the ferry back to NJ, and then hop on a bus towards home.
I remember being convinced that at least 10,000 people had to have died, and the relief when we learned it wasn't as much.
I remember the World Trade Center. It was a building set of buildings, it was in the background my whole life (well, I was 3 when they were completed, but as far as I was concerned they were always there). I am reminded every damn day that they are still gone and I despise the fact that bullshit politics and special interest group nonsense has stalled the construction of something new.
I remember the relentless parade of information about all the people who died, the stream from TV, magazines, newspapers, and internet and how I took it all in no mater how much it upset me because dammit, these people mattered. And also, but for a quirk of fate it could have been me there, or one of my loved ones; leveled on what was supposed to be a regular day.
And I despise how our dreadful, lying sack of shit president used this tragedy to manipulate and hoodwink our nation into a war we didn't have to wage. It makes me sick to know there are thousands of people dead because of Bush's war on terror. It makes me sick and sad and scared to know that this particular cycle of violence might not end in my lifetime (lifeteim= Yolen living to a ripe old age, hopefully!).
In summation: BLEAH.
I remember.
Sep. 11th, 2007 06:38 pmI've had so many things to do/on my mind lately that it wasn't until yesterday that I took a good look at the calender and realized today was going to be the anniversary of 9/11. I guess that's a result of the grieving process, I know 5 years ago I spent about a month dreading the first anniversary. That doesn't mean I've "forgotten" though.
I remember the surprise of hearing that a plane hit one of the Towers.
I remember the fear and shock when then learned both Towers had gotten hit, realizing that it wasn't an accident but an attack was a terrible jolt.
I remember the absolute terror and grief of seeing those building go down, and being so very grateful that I wasn't witnessing it live. The filter of television made it slightly easier to deal with.
I remember the panic of knowing that the Pentagon had been hit, that there was another plane that went down in PA. The jittery fear and overriding sense of doom and being utterly convinced that something else was next, that something else was going to go down and others would die.
I remember the fear I felt for my younger brother who was working in downtown (no in the immediate World Trade Center area, but just a subway ride away) and the relief I felt when he got home, exhausted and shell-shocked from all the hours it took to walk in the mass confusion and fear until he could take the ferry back to NJ, and then hop on a bus towards home.
I remember being convinced that at least 10,000 people had to have died, and the relief when we learned it wasn't as much.
I remember the World Trade Center. It was a building set of buildings, it was in the background my whole life (well, I was 3 when they were completed, but as far as I was concerned they were always there). I am reminded every damn day that they are still gone and I despise the fact that bullshit politics and special interest group nonsense has stalled the construction of something new.
I remember the relentless parade of information about all the people who died, the stream from TV, magazines, newspapers, and internet and how I took it all in no mater how much it upset me because dammit, these people mattered. And also, but for a quirk of fate it could have been me there, or one of my loved ones; leveled on what was supposed to be a regular day.
And I despise how our dreadful, lying sack of shit president used this tragedy to manipulate and hoodwink our nation into a war we didn't have to wage. It makes me sick to know there are thousands of people dead because of Bush's war on terror. It makes me sick and sad and scared to know that this particular cycle of violence might not end in my lifetime (lifeteim= Yolen living to a ripe old age, hopefully!).
In summation: BLEAH.
I remember the surprise of hearing that a plane hit one of the Towers.
I remember the fear and shock when then learned both Towers had gotten hit, realizing that it wasn't an accident but an attack was a terrible jolt.
I remember the absolute terror and grief of seeing those building go down, and being so very grateful that I wasn't witnessing it live. The filter of television made it slightly easier to deal with.
I remember the panic of knowing that the Pentagon had been hit, that there was another plane that went down in PA. The jittery fear and overriding sense of doom and being utterly convinced that something else was next, that something else was going to go down and others would die.
I remember the fear I felt for my younger brother who was working in downtown (no in the immediate World Trade Center area, but just a subway ride away) and the relief I felt when he got home, exhausted and shell-shocked from all the hours it took to walk in the mass confusion and fear until he could take the ferry back to NJ, and then hop on a bus towards home.
I remember being convinced that at least 10,000 people had to have died, and the relief when we learned it wasn't as much.
I remember the World Trade Center. It was a building set of buildings, it was in the background my whole life (well, I was 3 when they were completed, but as far as I was concerned they were always there). I am reminded every damn day that they are still gone and I despise the fact that bullshit politics and special interest group nonsense has stalled the construction of something new.
I remember the relentless parade of information about all the people who died, the stream from TV, magazines, newspapers, and internet and how I took it all in no mater how much it upset me because dammit, these people mattered. And also, but for a quirk of fate it could have been me there, or one of my loved ones; leveled on what was supposed to be a regular day.
And I despise how our dreadful, lying sack of shit president used this tragedy to manipulate and hoodwink our nation into a war we didn't have to wage. It makes me sick to know there are thousands of people dead because of Bush's war on terror. It makes me sick and sad and scared to know that this particular cycle of violence might not end in my lifetime (lifeteim= Yolen living to a ripe old age, hopefully!).
In summation: BLEAH.
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Sep. 11th, 2006 09:16 pmIt really hit me a little while ago, as I was putting away groceries and fings was working on some mac & cheese for dinner....today was a regular kind of day, I'm nesting happily with my husband, it's 5 years to the day when all that horror went down and the world as we knew it came crashing down with those towers. I started to cry, I mean, how could it be 5 years already, and how could I be here happy in my life? It's all strange and scary and odd.
fings was working on some mac & cheese for dinner....today was a regular kind of day, I'm nesting happily with my husband, it's 5 years to the day when all that horror went down and the world as we knew it came crashing down with those towers. I started to cry, I mean, how could it be 5 years already, and how could I be here happy in my life? It's all strange and scary and odd.(no subject)
Sep. 11th, 2006 09:16 pmIt really hit me a little while ago, as I was putting away groceries and fings was working on some mac & cheese for dinner....today was a regular kind of day, I'm nesting happily with my husband, it's 5 years to the day when all that horror went down and the world as we knew it came crashing down with those towers. I started to cry, I mean, how could it be 5 years already, and how could I be here happy in my life? It's all strange and scary and odd.
fings was working on some mac & cheese for dinner....today was a regular kind of day, I'm nesting happily with my husband, it's 5 years to the day when all that horror went down and the world as we knew it came crashing down with those towers. I started to cry, I mean, how could it be 5 years already, and how could I be here happy in my life? It's all strange and scary and odd.re: Complainy....
Jan. 26th, 2006 07:13 pmMinutes after taking a moment to bitch on LJ, I read this from http://www.overheardinnewyork.com:
Chick: You know who's got it tough? Those girls in Africa getting there clits cut off...I mean sometimes I can't afford a cup of coffee but at least I still have my clit.
--O'Hara's, Cedar Street
Overheard by: Joe
Yes, certainly puts things in a little perspective!
Chick: You know who's got it tough? Those girls in Africa getting there clits cut off...I mean sometimes I can't afford a cup of coffee but at least I still have my clit.
--O'Hara's, Cedar Street
Overheard by: Joe
Yes, certainly puts things in a little perspective!
re: Complainy....
Jan. 26th, 2006 07:13 pmMinutes after taking a moment to bitch on LJ, I read this from http://www.overheardinnewyork.com:
Chick: You know who's got it tough? Those girls in Africa getting there clits cut off...I mean sometimes I can't afford a cup of coffee but at least I still have my clit.
--O'Hara's, Cedar Street
Overheard by: Joe
Yes, certainly puts things in a little perspective!
Chick: You know who's got it tough? Those girls in Africa getting there clits cut off...I mean sometimes I can't afford a cup of coffee but at least I still have my clit.
--O'Hara's, Cedar Street
Overheard by: Joe
Yes, certainly puts things in a little perspective!
This girl thinks she looks fine.
Hannah Hartney, 16, Tulsa, Okla. After she was diagnosed with anorexia at the age of 10 Hannah's parents have made sure she eats plenty--three meals and three snacks a day--in order to maintain a normal weight. Lately, though, her weight has slid and they've begun to worry. Hannah says she feels fine and doesn't agree that her old problem might be back.
Nine year old anorexics? It is scary as hell.
Hannah Hartney, 16, Tulsa, Okla. After she was diagnosed with anorexia at the age of 10 Hannah's parents have made sure she eats plenty--three meals and three snacks a day--in order to maintain a normal weight. Lately, though, her weight has slid and they've begun to worry. Hannah says she feels fine and doesn't agree that her old problem might be back.
Nine year old anorexics? It is scary as hell.
This girl thinks she looks fine.
Hannah Hartney, 16, Tulsa, Okla. After she was diagnosed with anorexia at the age of 10 Hannah's parents have made sure she eats plenty--three meals and three snacks a day--in order to maintain a normal weight. Lately, though, her weight has slid and they've begun to worry. Hannah says she feels fine and doesn't agree that her old problem might be back.
Nine year old anorexics? It is scary as hell.
Hannah Hartney, 16, Tulsa, Okla. After she was diagnosed with anorexia at the age of 10 Hannah's parents have made sure she eats plenty--three meals and three snacks a day--in order to maintain a normal weight. Lately, though, her weight has slid and they've begun to worry. Hannah says she feels fine and doesn't agree that her old problem might be back.
Nine year old anorexics? It is scary as hell.
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Feb. 1st, 2005 05:22 pmTeen sex increased after abstinence program
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Well, DUH!!! Just who in the &*%$ actually believes that abstinence only education really works? And yet this administration will keep pouring money into this foolishness, and then be amazed that more kids end up pregnant and/or riddled with STD's. Of course, parents share in the responsibility. People who leave it to the government to educate their kids when it comes to sex should have their heads examined.
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Well, DUH!!! Just who in the &*%$ actually believes that abstinence only education really works? And yet this administration will keep pouring money into this foolishness, and then be amazed that more kids end up pregnant and/or riddled with STD's. Of course, parents share in the responsibility. People who leave it to the government to educate their kids when it comes to sex should have their heads examined.
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Feb. 1st, 2005 05:22 pmTeen sex increased after abstinence program
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Well, DUH!!! Just who in the &*%$ actually believes that abstinence only education really works? And yet this administration will keep pouring money into this foolishness, and then be amazed that more kids end up pregnant and/or riddled with STD's. Of course, parents share in the responsibility. People who leave it to the government to educate their kids when it comes to sex should have their heads examined.
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Well, DUH!!! Just who in the &*%$ actually believes that abstinence only education really works? And yet this administration will keep pouring money into this foolishness, and then be amazed that more kids end up pregnant and/or riddled with STD's. Of course, parents share in the responsibility. People who leave it to the government to educate their kids when it comes to sex should have their heads examined.
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Nov. 23rd, 2004 11:40 amOMIGOD, a woman in TX cut off her baby's arms?!?!?!
What in the hell!?! I swear I'm almost trembling from the horror
I feel. Hearing shit like this makes me want to hide under the
bedcovers.
