100% creative cup - white shit
I try to be an optimist, it just seems when I look at the glass half-full, I'm the only one that can tell it's half full of shit.
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100% creative cup - white shit
I try to be an optimist, it just seems when I look at the glass half-full, I'm the only one that can tell it's half full of shit.
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Phil walks quickly, glancing back.
It was his birthday today, and nobody had RSVP'd to his party. In four hours, nobody would worry about anything again.
Phil didn't want sympathy anyway. Phil wants companionship; but barring that, subjugation would do.
His doom ray would finish it.
If only that girl hadn't spurn his invitation. Phil could put up with a lot, but that girl was a singular situation. Why did girls say a good man is optimal, it's obvious that bad is what wins.
Villainy might not look so good, but with nobody to judge, who could say? Moo hoo ha ha!
I have to admit, I'm a fan of the style of Hugh Laurie as Dr. House. He combines the comfort of jeans and sneakers with sport coats and nice button-up shirts. I do tend to let a few days go by without shaving now and then, so sign me up for this look. With the motorcycle, of course.
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The problem with newspapers is once you get it, you're reading out-of-date news.
I can visit the website of my local news station and get up to the minute headlines that I would've had to wait until the next day to read about. Sure, I could watch the nightly news, but I have trouble listening to the phony voices of our local newscasters (although I always hope to catch one of those legendary on-air flubs, like the female newscaster who turned to the weatherman and asked, "So, Bob, where's that eight inches you promised me last night?").
My mobile phone has a button on it. Just one button press and I'm on the headlines page. I subscribe to news feeds on Twitter, so when big stories break, I get a text message. I also subscribe to the Mars Rover and the Cassini Probe at Saturn, and I get updates on the new planetary data as soon as they send it. Now that's just cool.
The Sunday classifieds are even being supplanted by Craigslist.com and job search websites. It's a bit sad. I wrote for my college paper and it was always exciting to pick up a copy and see my byline. It's not quite the same logging onto the school paper website to see it, but that's the way things are heading. I won't be sorry to see journalism make a switch completely to new media. The amount of paper saved everyday is enough to console anyone with a smidge of environmental concern.
Alas, newspaper. You did your duty while you were needed. And I hope to put that paper to good use by getting my books published.
I'm going to have to go Italian. Nothing quite like some good ol' oven lovin' from the countryside of The Boot.
The creamy sauces! The tomatoes! The pasta! Oh, my!
I love lasagna and ziti and eggplant parmigiana. The best sauce in the world is simply alfredo with romano cheese, heavy cream, and judicious shaking from the cayenne pepper container. Toss that in penne with sautéed shrimp, sundried tomatoes, and mushrooms and you've made my favorite dish ever.
The variety of a year-long Italian regimen would help immensely, but the best part would be the inclusion of pizza. I asked my girlfriend this question while writing this, and she said pizza. I thought that would be a little too specific, but luckily I already picked Italian, so pizza wouldn't be a problem.
Now if you'll excuse me, I've fantasized myself into a stuffed mushroom with lemon-basil cream sauce craving.
