I dunno, I sort of reserve my pity for more deserving people. I think his wife gets exactly what she wanted: money and a wealthy lifestyle. If she's miserable, it's her own damn fault. The only person not at fault is their son, for whom my sympathy abounds, seeing as he'll never understand--or not for many years--why his dad is what he is.
He's got a nose like a cherry and a beer-barrel-shaped belly; but he's no Santa; he's the anti-Santa. He's my uncle--or, to be more precise, he's the man my husband's mother's sister married. And that jolly red nose? That's from drinking, his coping mechanism for dealing with my in-laws. (And for dealing with, well, life.) He's also the quintesse
I think I've said this before, but I swear you're my alterego. Hope your holidays are/were good. -A.
Probably thing thing I miss most about JU is my anonymity. It's the reason I have a handle (Angloesque) and the reason not one of my friends or family members has the URL to this place. Back when I was a regular and checked my JU blog from any available computer, I compulsively deleted my history. (My parents probably thought I was looking at porn.) But I've
I've returned just in time to see the detritus of another soap opera fiasco. Hmm. So sorry to have missed it. For the last couple months I've been blogging elsewhere. I don't have the anonymity I had here, but I'm not bombarded by idiots, either. Then again, I don't get the variety of perspectives. Call it even. Anyway, cheers all. -A.<BR
Speaking of the Raiders, how 'bout those last four seconds of today's game? God bless America, and the Chiefs!* -A. *But not Oakland.
Boooooooo! Raiders, ew! Hissssssssssss!
You blasted Lions fan! (There, I can find something personal and blindside you with it....) -A.
Is it just me, or does the headshot of Jake Plummer make anyone else think of a sleazy 1970's porn star? You bastard! Secretly I am Jake Plummer and I'm coming over to beat you up. (Uh, mind giving an address so I know where to go?) Okay, that was lame. Sorry. But yes, I realize that Jake needs
Not to mention that when you get to know them as real people its not nearly as much fun as the fantasy. Yeah, and then you're all let down and disappointed. you could a
Would've been even better if the Cowboys had lost, as well, but they were playing Arizona. What did you expect? Exactly. You, a Giants fan? So you must've been happy in the last two minutes of last week's Broncos/Giants game. Grr. I was .<
+2 informative. -A.
Preface: I am married, happily so. Story No. 1: Recently, whilst walking down a hallway at work, my thoughts on the possibility that I wouldn't have to wait for someone else to evacuate the washroom, I happened to pass a very attractive man. He works in another part of the building so I barely knew he existed. Anyway. So I'm walking, I see him
Oh thank all things wise and mighty, the Broncos have learned to score in the fourth quarter.
Currently, Budweiser is sponsoring or "saluting" some MLB player of the game. Sheesh. I'm waiting for the day that Shaq gets "Icy-Hot" tattooed across his forehead. -A.
Does anyone else hate the Monday night Football intro with its song and dance exalting the altar of GMC? You see part or all of about 80 GM vehicles, including the logo itself 8 times. This beautiful, sacred game is being whored out with every square inch of field, ball, and every split-second of airtime. Half-time is not brought to me by Snickers, Subway, Nissan, Lex
Ah, you must have caught that blog I deleted. After I read it, it sounded so much worse than I have been feeling Totally understand. -A.
Take my following point as it stands, not as a perception of what's happening in your case. My parents sent away a foster child because of my reaction to her and I have felt guilty ever since, the whole not-knowing-what-might-have-been thing weighing heavily upon me. My parents, however, in their infinite wisdom, still say to this day that it was best for the family and for me. I think that in their gut or mind or heart, they knew it was a ba
This made me laugh. Thanks. At $3.40 a mocha, my pleasure. fair to poor, poor to broke </TABLE
Loathing. I blame boarding school. Surely my attitude had nothing to do with it. -A.
Ah, Mugz, I take back all the nice things I ever said about you. You're just a schoolboy, aren't ya? Then I'd definitely recommend a bluegrass counterattack. Now THAT I can provide. Dixie Chicks at full volume, anyone?
I, on the other hand, boycotted the Chicks until Natalie Maines ran her mouth off. Now I love them. Go figure. And aside from politics, I actually like their music now, though Ms. Maines' voice gets on my nerves from time to time. I haven't heard the song yet but look forward to it. -A.
We went over one night to tell them to turn it down and the freaks wouldn't answer the door. This coming from the guys who'd told us earlier, "If it's too loud, come and tell us—don't call the cops." Yeah, uh-huh. Though in their case it's not Tupac; it's the Nine Inch Nails. Idiots. They probably work at Taco Bell. -A.
my neighbors have been playing the same Tupac album over and over for the last 2 days, really loud, and I want to firebomb their house to make it stop Wow, we must be neighbors. -A.
Taco Bell, my biggest competition for my husband's palate, has this fairly new greeting at the drive-through: "Hi, how are you doing," the monotonic minimum wage worker asks. It's not a question. Not, "Welcome to Taco Bell. May I take your order?" But one has to wonder about the new greeting, do they really care? No, they don't. They w
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