I got lost on the road of life.
What's the point of having a home if you don't have a homeless person to drive past to get there?.
The greatest love affair I've ever had was with myself.
What a grand thing, to be loved! What a grander thing still, to love!
I only know two pieces. One is 'Claire de lune', and the other isn't.
I can't listen to too much Wagner. It makes want to invade Poland.
Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought him back.
It is the duty of the old to worry on the behalf of the young. It is the duty of the young to scorn the anxiety of the old.
Never miss a chance to keep your mouth shut.
The birds hung in the air the way bricks don't.
Whenever you feel like crying or running away, sing.
A diplomat is a person who can tell you you're going to hell in such a way that you're looking forward to it.
You must lose a fly to catch a trout.
You don't have to suffer to be a poet; adolescence is enough suffering for anyone.
When in doubt, lie. When not in doubt, lie anyway. You get a better price.
It's OK to sell out. At the right price.
Hope, like the gleaming taper's light,
Adorns and cheers our way;
And still, as darker grows the night,
Emits a brighter ray.
He hoped and prayed that there wasn't an afterlife. Then he realized there was a contradiction involved here and merely hoped that there wasn't an afterlife.
The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.
Assume a virtue, if you have it not.
How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live.
I have several castles in the air. Would you like to join me?
I saw a couple of cute girls, so I had to dance for them.
Ignorance is bliss.
All perception of truth is the detection of an analogy.
I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.
Insanity in individuals is something rare - but in groups, parties, nations and epochs, it is the rule.
If you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.
Pain is just your body's way of saying something is wrong.
I've never been fond of overly political music or overly musical politicians.
Nothing encourages sin as so much as mercy.
Wheresoever you go, go with all your heart.
I love acting. It is so much more real than life.
Seek not happiness too greedily, and be not fearful of happiness.
Lord, grant me the serenity to accept the things I can't change, courage to change the things I can, and wisdom always to tell the difference.
If hope is all a man has, do not take it from him.
If fifty million people say a foolish thing, it is still a foolish thing.
Death solves all problems - No man, no problem.
He who has never hoped can never despair.
Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former.
Man can never use sex to get what they want. Sex is what they want.
A witty saying proves nothing.
Monday, July 19, 2004
I got lost on the road of life.
Kakashi is sooo cool.
Man, Naruto is hyper-addictive, and i'm up to the chuunin test! and I now know who Gaara is! ooh *spooky music*
My first real day of depression today, I'm such a classic case. Hopefully this doesn't happen too much more.
Yes, that was stupid :P Bye all.
I love technology. Editing is so much easier.
Man, Naruto is hyper-addictive, and i'm up to the chuunin test! and I now know who Gaara is! ooh *spooky music*
My first real day of depression today, I'm such a classic case. Hopefully this doesn't happen too much more.
Yes, that was stupid :P Bye all.
I love technology. Editing is so much easier.
Wednesday, July 14, 2004
Military quotes!
When Bismarck asked the Swiss Ambassador what the 250,000 Swiss Army would do if 500,000 Germans invaded, his reply was "Shoot twice, then go home."
"So, what do you wanna do?"..."I dunno, what do YOU wanna do?"..."I dunno, what do YOU wanna do?," etc. COL (DIA) describing the way OUSD(S) develops and implements their strategies.
"It was seen, visually." LTC (EUCOM) during a Reconnaissance briefing.
I WILL PERSONALLY HUNT AND KILL THE PEOPLE WHO DECIDED TO BRING SASUKE BACK.
You cannot do shit like that and get away with it. Seriously.
Anyway, I think I will do a good, long post detailing all the shit that's happened this holidays, considering how amazingly crazy it's been.
But not right now :P
Yeah, that was pretty stupid, but yes, I will try my best to cover these holidays soon.
I was really using this post as an excuse to post cute little military quotes anyway. Here's the link.
Au revoir all, and please for gods sake, enjoy yourselves! I cbf'ed thinking of a beautiful speech here, but have fun in life as much you can.
"So, what do you wanna do?"..."I dunno, what do YOU wanna do?"..."I dunno, what do YOU wanna do?," etc. COL (DIA) describing the way OUSD(S) develops and implements their strategies.
"It was seen, visually." LTC (EUCOM) during a Reconnaissance briefing.
I WILL PERSONALLY HUNT AND KILL THE PEOPLE WHO DECIDED TO BRING SASUKE BACK.
You cannot do shit like that and get away with it. Seriously.
Anyway, I think I will do a good, long post detailing all the shit that's happened this holidays, considering how amazingly crazy it's been.
But not right now :P
Yeah, that was pretty stupid, but yes, I will try my best to cover these holidays soon.
I was really using this post as an excuse to post cute little military quotes anyway. Here's the link.
Au revoir all, and please for gods sake, enjoy yourselves! I cbf'ed thinking of a beautiful speech here, but have fun in life as much you can.
Saturday, July 10, 2004
A mixed bag really.
Of Anime that is.
First off, something a little serious: I never realised how much of an asshole I could be. Really really sorry to person involved.
...
Sasuke (or Sasky, as Peesh-Corshe calls him)...No...NOT SASKY!!!!
And he had just become Sharingan...*wipes lots of anime tears off face*
Bahahahahah bowling.
Mallrats was teh awesome, though possibly the worst of Jay and Silent Bobs. I have now seen all Jay and Silent Bob. I feel proud.
Ummm...Damn it. *draws blanks*
First off, something a little serious: I never realised how much of an asshole I could be. Really really sorry to person involved.
...
Sasuke (or Sasky, as Peesh-Corshe calls him)...No...NOT SASKY!!!!
And he had just become Sharingan...*wipes lots of anime tears off face*
Bahahahahah bowling.
Mallrats was teh awesome, though possibly the worst of Jay and Silent Bobs. I have now seen all Jay and Silent Bob. I feel proud.
Ummm...Damn it. *draws blanks*
Thursday, July 08, 2004
Okay, okay, this is stupid, But:
You know one of those moments where you don't quite feel right and you really want some chocolate but there's none around, and you think, dammit, you can never get chocolate when you want it? You know one of those?
Well, I just had one of those, and I was scouting for chocolate, when I open my freezer and find: Chocolate Entice!
YES!
My brother actually did something cool for once.
Well, I just had one of those, and I was scouting for chocolate, when I open my freezer and find: Chocolate Entice!
YES!
My brother actually did something cool for once.
Lotsa little things.
I actually consumed some of the other varieties of donuts that Krispy Kreme offers. I never knew that sugar comes in so many different shapes and colours.
Now that I think about it, really there was only one. Clear.
NARUTO!
Lying in the sun
everyday feeling all of the magic in life
and the wonder...
I've having a decentish holidays, I'm starting to get that feeling of lack of doing productiveness which I so love/loathe, so am organising to do things. I just don't know what. Meh.
See, whenever I come to do this, I've have lots of things that I will want to say, but can't remember as i'm doing this, but remember just after I finish doing this. It's annoying. Or indicative of something. Hopefully something stupid.
Either way, I'll go read my LoTR (I'm up the Mines of Moria! yay! Gandalf just 'died'). I sorta kinda want to do review/thoughts on it, but cannot be fucked. It's more or less like people say. I'll do something later after i've done like the first book or something.
Man, I procastinate too much.
I hate election years. Goddamn propaganda.
Night all.
Now that I think about it, really there was only one. Clear.
NARUTO!
Lying in the sun
everyday feeling all of the magic in life
and the wonder...
I've having a decentish holidays, I'm starting to get that feeling of lack of doing productiveness which I so love/loathe, so am organising to do things. I just don't know what. Meh.
See, whenever I come to do this, I've have lots of things that I will want to say, but can't remember as i'm doing this, but remember just after I finish doing this. It's annoying. Or indicative of something. Hopefully something stupid.
Either way, I'll go read my LoTR (I'm up the Mines of Moria! yay! Gandalf just 'died'). I sorta kinda want to do review/thoughts on it, but cannot be fucked. It's more or less like people say. I'll do something later after i've done like the first book or something.
Man, I procastinate too much.
I hate election years. Goddamn propaganda.
Night all.
Wednesday, July 07, 2004
Wow.
My teenage angst bullshit is actually start to piss me off.
Life has been good, in its own warped, fucked up sort of way.
I'm far stupider than I could ever realise, and that makes me happy.
I now know what the tube for KY Jelly looks like.
My mum is leaving for the States tomorrow. Well, technically today.
This writing style is starting to annoy me, as do I.
I'd better stop wasting posts.
Bye.
Life has been good, in its own warped, fucked up sort of way.
I'm far stupider than I could ever realise, and that makes me happy.
I now know what the tube for KY Jelly looks like.
My mum is leaving for the States tomorrow. Well, technically today.
This writing style is starting to annoy me, as do I.
I'd better stop wasting posts.
Bye.
Monday, July 05, 2004
I'm posting about posting. Somebody shoot me.
I'm like in the mood but not in the mood to post.
I have lots of things that I need to get off my chest and things to examine and think about and I have no fucking idea what to do.
I had a prolonged blast of fun just then, i'm paying for it physically and mentally. Jesus that's annoying.
Read. Eat. Sleep. Possibly one of the most true things ever said.
Aleatoric: Something characterised by chance; random.
By digitizing thunder and traffic noises, Georgia was able to create aleatoric music.
Goddamn it i'm being really indecisive right now. Fuck it, i'm not gonna bother posting something decent.
Has anyone seen my sexually perverse photographs involving tennis rackets?
My teenage angst bullshit has a body count.
I wish you all happiness.
I have lots of things that I need to get off my chest and things to examine and think about and I have no fucking idea what to do.
I had a prolonged blast of fun just then, i'm paying for it physically and mentally. Jesus that's annoying.
Read. Eat. Sleep. Possibly one of the most true things ever said.
Aleatoric: Something characterised by chance; random.
By digitizing thunder and traffic noises, Georgia was able to create aleatoric music.
Goddamn it i'm being really indecisive right now. Fuck it, i'm not gonna bother posting something decent.
Has anyone seen my sexually perverse photographs involving tennis rackets?
My teenage angst bullshit has a body count.
I wish you all happiness.
Sunday, July 04, 2004
Welcome to the human race. You're a mess.
That's almost exactly how I feel.
It's been...confusing? painfully debilitating? mildly uplifting? I'll have to wait a little while longer I guess.
How long do you have to wait...
In other news, Maria Sharapova beat Serena Williams 6-1, 6-4 to win the 2004 Wimbledon championship.
In related news, the skirts seem to be getting shorter (by this, I mean non-existent) and Sharapova is quite good-looking.
Worse things could happen I suppose. bye bye all.
It's been...confusing? painfully debilitating? mildly uplifting? I'll have to wait a little while longer I guess.
How long do you have to wait...
In other news, Maria Sharapova beat Serena Williams 6-1, 6-4 to win the 2004 Wimbledon championship.
In related news, the skirts seem to be getting shorter (by this, I mean non-existent) and Sharapova is quite good-looking.
Worse things could happen I suppose. bye bye all.
Friday, July 02, 2004
I probably have lost something.
Was not a very good day, certain people are getting really really annoying. Ok, maybe not that annoying, but ANNOYING nevertheless.
So in order, you can have this:
Once upon a time and a very good time there lived three little pigs. These pigs were no ordinary pigs; no, they were veterans of the Vietnam War. They were bitter and resentful about the fact that half the people in the world didn't even know where Vietnam was. For you see, in this world, Vietnam was on another planet, and the pigs were fighting an alien race, bent on the enslavement of this worlds baby animals. It was just a happy coincidence that the world of the alien race was called Vietnam.
Nowadays, these pigs lived out in the open country, where they could be free and happy and wallow in their own filth, if they so wished to do so. One of the piggies was lying in a hammock and reading one of his favourite novels, Cervantes by Don Quixote. The novel went a bit like this:
A long time ago, in faraway Romania, there once lived a man called Cervantes. There has been some dispute over that name; some people claim it to be Cervanto, while others claim it to be Cervantoeosa; but for the sake of pronounciation, we shall call him by his popular name, Cervantes.
Cervantes was by no means a interesting character, so therefore we shall move on to his lovely and beautous wife. His wife was a beautiful woman, who had some very odd interests; she adored tulips and was absolutely smitten by cats. She kept many cats around her, but was unable to procure tulips, as the harsh Romanian climate prevented her from doing so.
One day, Cervantes was coming back from a long day in the tofu fields, only to find himself being cuckolded by no less than the buxom and blonde milkmaid.
'Alas!' He cried. 'Alack! Apain and awoe!' He moaned. He chased out the two scantily clad women onto the street, much to the cheering and delight of onlookers.
'Cuckolded!' Cervantes raged. 'By no less then the buxom and blonde milkmaid!'. He yelled and screamed and broke things till his voice was hoarse, and he had run out of things to break. He mumbled bitterly to himself and sat down to ponder his unfortunate fate.
At this point, the pig was tired, and so promptly went off to sleep.
Meanwhile, another piggie was sitting in his room, cleaning and polishing his large collection of fully loaded, fully functional sniper rifles. He was cleaning the barrel of one his favourite ones right now: The Sig Sauer SG 550. This semi-auto, gas operated baby fired .223 bullets and had a 650mm barrel. The piggie was sitting and cleaning his rifle, when his sensors picked something up. It was that damn bitch Cinderella again, selling her infernal Girl Scout cookies. He only liked the Thin Mints; oh sure, he had the occansional box of the Lemon Pastry Crèmes, but those were low-fat. She kept pestering him to buy her rotten cookies, but now she had gone too far. The piggie resolved to solve this once and for all: he picked up his Swedish-made PSG-90 and picked up the bi-pod. This little piggie was really not feeling too well; he decided to use the sabot case. The sabot case is a 4.81mm tungsten carbide round fired in a sabot case. This round exits the barrel at over 4400 fps (feet per second). He didn't care about the degradation of accuracy, he just wanted her dead.
He set up the bi-pod, set her in the Hendsolt 10x42mm sights and pulled the trigger...
Part 2 coming later. Because i'm lazy.
Nice? Shite? Average? Why? Send your opinions and questions to: ME.
This is what happens when you leave things alone. Have fun all. Night.
So in order, you can have this:
Once upon a time and a very good time there lived three little pigs. These pigs were no ordinary pigs; no, they were veterans of the Vietnam War. They were bitter and resentful about the fact that half the people in the world didn't even know where Vietnam was. For you see, in this world, Vietnam was on another planet, and the pigs were fighting an alien race, bent on the enslavement of this worlds baby animals. It was just a happy coincidence that the world of the alien race was called Vietnam.
Nowadays, these pigs lived out in the open country, where they could be free and happy and wallow in their own filth, if they so wished to do so. One of the piggies was lying in a hammock and reading one of his favourite novels, Cervantes by Don Quixote. The novel went a bit like this:
A long time ago, in faraway Romania, there once lived a man called Cervantes. There has been some dispute over that name; some people claim it to be Cervanto, while others claim it to be Cervantoeosa; but for the sake of pronounciation, we shall call him by his popular name, Cervantes.
Cervantes was by no means a interesting character, so therefore we shall move on to his lovely and beautous wife. His wife was a beautiful woman, who had some very odd interests; she adored tulips and was absolutely smitten by cats. She kept many cats around her, but was unable to procure tulips, as the harsh Romanian climate prevented her from doing so.
One day, Cervantes was coming back from a long day in the tofu fields, only to find himself being cuckolded by no less than the buxom and blonde milkmaid.
'Alas!' He cried. 'Alack! Apain and awoe!' He moaned. He chased out the two scantily clad women onto the street, much to the cheering and delight of onlookers.
'Cuckolded!' Cervantes raged. 'By no less then the buxom and blonde milkmaid!'. He yelled and screamed and broke things till his voice was hoarse, and he had run out of things to break. He mumbled bitterly to himself and sat down to ponder his unfortunate fate.
At this point, the pig was tired, and so promptly went off to sleep.
Meanwhile, another piggie was sitting in his room, cleaning and polishing his large collection of fully loaded, fully functional sniper rifles. He was cleaning the barrel of one his favourite ones right now: The Sig Sauer SG 550. This semi-auto, gas operated baby fired .223 bullets and had a 650mm barrel. The piggie was sitting and cleaning his rifle, when his sensors picked something up. It was that damn bitch Cinderella again, selling her infernal Girl Scout cookies. He only liked the Thin Mints; oh sure, he had the occansional box of the Lemon Pastry Crèmes, but those were low-fat. She kept pestering him to buy her rotten cookies, but now she had gone too far. The piggie resolved to solve this once and for all: he picked up his Swedish-made PSG-90 and picked up the bi-pod. This little piggie was really not feeling too well; he decided to use the sabot case. The sabot case is a 4.81mm tungsten carbide round fired in a sabot case. This round exits the barrel at over 4400 fps (feet per second). He didn't care about the degradation of accuracy, he just wanted her dead.
He set up the bi-pod, set her in the Hendsolt 10x42mm sights and pulled the trigger...
Part 2 coming later. Because i'm lazy.
Nice? Shite? Average? Why? Send your opinions and questions to: ME.
This is what happens when you leave things alone. Have fun all. Night.
Monday, June 28, 2004
Oh no those are my eggs.
It was one of those days, where everything seems to spin around a little, in a joyous little twirl, but nothing quite gets done.
You come out of it sorta dazed, sorta confused, but otherwise happy. I want more of these days. It's pretty weird.
I bought eggs and cinnamon sugar today, and I was all like 'wow! Cinnamon sugar is pretty cheap!' Turns out to be 87 per cent sugar. Damn it.
Oh god, so many good things are happening soon, but i've just got to get through all the little pointless things that I more or less hate, but have to drudge through anyway. It'll be alright.
I'm really starting to pull into some deep intellectual-style stuff. I'm reading about how to write analytically, and learning about economics and stuff, and the books that i'm reading are enormously hilarious, in that abstract intellectual sort of way. It's pretty goddamn stupid.
And in other news, THE FED! is raising interest rates.
Min-taec is trying to get to my house using soccer as an excuse, NO MIN-TAEC! Atleast not yet. Actually, your greatest chance of getting to my house is probably this holidays. I dunno. We'll see.
Anyway, I have work to do and this is stopping me from doing aforementioned work. I have an eco assigment to finish, an english essay to do and business. Oh and I might study for Maths. *sigh* so many annoying little things. Take care and have fun all.
You come out of it sorta dazed, sorta confused, but otherwise happy. I want more of these days. It's pretty weird.
I bought eggs and cinnamon sugar today, and I was all like 'wow! Cinnamon sugar is pretty cheap!' Turns out to be 87 per cent sugar. Damn it.
Oh god, so many good things are happening soon, but i've just got to get through all the little pointless things that I more or less hate, but have to drudge through anyway. It'll be alright.
I'm really starting to pull into some deep intellectual-style stuff. I'm reading about how to write analytically, and learning about economics and stuff, and the books that i'm reading are enormously hilarious, in that abstract intellectual sort of way. It's pretty goddamn stupid.
And in other news, THE FED! is raising interest rates.
Min-taec is trying to get to my house using soccer as an excuse, NO MIN-TAEC! Atleast not yet. Actually, your greatest chance of getting to my house is probably this holidays. I dunno. We'll see.
Anyway, I have work to do and this is stopping me from doing aforementioned work. I have an eco assigment to finish, an english essay to do and business. Oh and I might study for Maths. *sigh* so many annoying little things. Take care and have fun all.
Thursday, June 24, 2004
Nyau.
No I don't care about the title.
Just a perfect day,
Drink sangria in the park...
I'm glad that other people are having fun.
Theatre sports was a blast, even lesbian sex.
You're going to reap just what you sow...
Night night.
Just a perfect day,
Drink sangria in the park...
I'm glad that other people are having fun.
Theatre sports was a blast, even lesbian sex.
You're going to reap just what you sow...
Night night.
Wednesday, June 23, 2004
Woah and Stress.
Been stressed for the past few weeks, it looks like it's finally sorta calming down.
Tomorrow looks to be a relatively nice day, but that still doesn't solve much. Will resolve to have fun and relax tomorrow. This probably will fuck me over in my work somewhere though.
Can't think of anything to say, i'm sure there is though. Either way, good day all.
Tomorrow looks to be a relatively nice day, but that still doesn't solve much. Will resolve to have fun and relax tomorrow. This probably will fuck me over in my work somewhere though.
Can't think of anything to say, i'm sure there is though. Either way, good day all.
Thursday, June 17, 2004
Well, that wasn't too bad.
I've had my past couple days of angsting, and it's more or less come to an end.
I haven't really solved anything, but i've found a solution...atleast sorta. It's not really a solution. and it's not anything new or different. Fuck.
I had one of those longish discouraging, yet heartening talk with Jared, which probably influenced my decision to skip school the next day. Don't really ask me why I skipped it, there were several factors running through my head when I did it, and it's a little hard to explain. I might explain later.
This eating business is getting out of hand. I mean, what do you mean THREE times a day?! yeah, sure, I'm also the King of England and have several iPods.
Balanced meal? Gum counts, don't it? I mean, it's sugar-free! C'mon! What more do you want?
I've decided to do like a million different things in order to distract myself, which sounds really bad and probably is, but it makes sense...sorta. In my head.
I've got a hella of a lot of stuff to get through, i'd best stop here and talk more later.
Be more prompt to go to a friend in adversity than in prosperity.
We must use time as a tool, not as a crutch.
I think on-stage nudity is disgusting, shameful and damaging to all things American. But if I were 22 with a great body, it would be artistic, tasteful, patriotic and a progressive religious experience.
I only know two pieces; one is 'Clair de Lune' and the other one isn't.
When a stupid man is doing something he is ashamed of, he always declares that it is his duty.
Now, if you still have some time left over, you can source these quotes. Bye bye now.Physics...and Marshmallows!
I haven't really solved anything, but i've found a solution...atleast sorta. It's not really a solution. and it's not anything new or different. Fuck.
I had one of those longish discouraging, yet heartening talk with Jared, which probably influenced my decision to skip school the next day. Don't really ask me why I skipped it, there were several factors running through my head when I did it, and it's a little hard to explain. I might explain later.
This eating business is getting out of hand. I mean, what do you mean THREE times a day?! yeah, sure, I'm also the King of England and have several iPods.
Balanced meal? Gum counts, don't it? I mean, it's sugar-free! C'mon! What more do you want?
I've decided to do like a million different things in order to distract myself, which sounds really bad and probably is, but it makes sense...sorta. In my head.
I've got a hella of a lot of stuff to get through, i'd best stop here and talk more later.
Be more prompt to go to a friend in adversity than in prosperity.
We must use time as a tool, not as a crutch.
I think on-stage nudity is disgusting, shameful and damaging to all things American. But if I were 22 with a great body, it would be artistic, tasteful, patriotic and a progressive religious experience.
I only know two pieces; one is 'Clair de Lune' and the other one isn't.
When a stupid man is doing something he is ashamed of, he always declares that it is his duty.
Now, if you still have some time left over, you can source these quotes. Bye bye now.Physics...and Marshmallows!
Wednesday, June 16, 2004
Tuesday, June 08, 2004
Mmm, I love technology.
Don't worry too much about what that means. But Gmail is teh best.
Itsa been an interesting time. Unfortunately, i'm going to have to wait and see how things pan out.
*sigh* I hate waiting.
C'est la vie.
Itsa been an interesting time. Unfortunately, i'm going to have to wait and see how things pan out.
*sigh* I hate waiting.
C'est la vie.
Monday, June 07, 2004
I can never think of a good title.
Had a bit of a rollercoaster day, turned out to be good though. I like it when that happens.
Should I bother doing a long post? nah, fuck it, later maybe.
I saw Zhenzi on train today! yayyyyyyyy!
that was cool.
Night all.
Should I bother doing a long post? nah, fuck it, later maybe.
I saw Zhenzi on train today! yayyyyyyyy!
that was cool.
Night all.
Sunday, June 06, 2004
For those who have a little spare time,
Washingtonienne.
Now, I presume one, possibly two people know what or who Washingtonienne is, so i'll fill you in. She was a Staff Assistant , or "Staff Ass", as it's called in the business. She used to work in the White House (She was fired for this blog). The blog is account of her life on Capitol Hill and on how she has to sleep with men(some married, even) in order to make enough money to survive.
It's surpisingly well-written and humourous. She's witty, intelligent and quite self-deprecating for some one so interesting. It ain't too bad with the sex, not too risque, but nothing too plodding and pedestrian either.
Example post:
I got a raise today! Now I make $25K.
(Wasn't that what I was making before??)
Most of my living expenses are thankfully subsidized by a few generous older gentlemen. I'm sure I am not the only one who makes money on the side this way: how can anybody live on $25K/year??
If you investigated every Staff Ass on the Hill, I am sure you would find out some freaky shit. No way can anybody live on such a low salary. I am convinced that the Congressional offices are full of dealers and hos.
End Example post.
So go burn some time on this. Bye bye.
Now, I presume one, possibly two people know what or who Washingtonienne is, so i'll fill you in. She was a Staff Assistant , or "Staff Ass", as it's called in the business. She used to work in the White House (She was fired for this blog). The blog is account of her life on Capitol Hill and on how she has to sleep with men(some married, even) in order to make enough money to survive.
It's surpisingly well-written and humourous. She's witty, intelligent and quite self-deprecating for some one so interesting. It ain't too bad with the sex, not too risque, but nothing too plodding and pedestrian either.
Example post:
I got a raise today! Now I make $25K.
(Wasn't that what I was making before??)
Most of my living expenses are thankfully subsidized by a few generous older gentlemen. I'm sure I am not the only one who makes money on the side this way: how can anybody live on $25K/year??
If you investigated every Staff Ass on the Hill, I am sure you would find out some freaky shit. No way can anybody live on such a low salary. I am convinced that the Congressional offices are full of dealers and hos.
End Example post.
So go burn some time on this. Bye bye.
In Newsweek of all places.
The director of the new Harry Potter seems to be awesome.
Case in point: to inspire Radcliffe for a scene in which he had to appear awed, Cuaron told him, "Pretend you're seeing Cameron Diaz in a G-string." It worked.
Fucking-A!
Just a little piece of text that I read which cheered me up.
Case in point: to inspire Radcliffe for a scene in which he had to appear awed, Cuaron told him, "Pretend you're seeing Cameron Diaz in a G-string." It worked.
Fucking-A!
Just a little piece of text that I read which cheered me up.
Wednesday, June 02, 2004
I have competition.
Today probably would have been my best day, but then we had to watch Dancer in the Dark...not saying that's a bad thing, but to say you had a good day after watching that movie is beyond fucked-up.
I'm breaking a rule aren't I? Meh, who cares, I do it all the time. Does anyone care?
I've seen it all...
Night.
I'm breaking a rule aren't I? Meh, who cares, I do it all the time. Does anyone care?
I've seen it all...
Night.
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