I’m sorry, but what
I’m sorry, but what a dumbass.
The Pillsbury Gasboy
Beatallica, ‘specially for M.S.
Blow your mind… this is really freaking cool.
Home again, home again, jiggety jig. That’s one of the things my mother used to say, along with “Oh dad, poor Dad, Momma’s hung you in the cellar and I’m feeling so sad”. I never claimed to come from a normal family.
So I came home to a full-fledged nursing strike, and I have a desperate call into my LLL Leader. (mini-update: got her latched on, film at 11)
The votes on the pink-osity of this site are stacking up, and it’s almost a 50/50 split between too-pink and not-too-pink. I’ll probably be diddling with the template soon, as well as joining some more webrings.
I watched part of that HBO 9/11 special tonight and I simply don’t understand 1) why one would be compelled to take a picture of a person who has just leapt 100 stories to his death and 2) why one would be compelled to show same picture on TV. Really uncalled for, really disrespectful.