me: i think i will just get drunk then sleep on the plane
ktd: yah get wasted, but remember to stay hydrated
me: yeah i had some perrier too
Gtg refill my champagne flute. I don’t I will ever be able to fly coach again.
I’m looking for a specific Lifetime movie that we watched in college and still quote, but I’m having trouble so I’m just reading the alphabetical list hoping some bells will ring. Here’s some gems from the ‘A’s:
A Face to Die For
A Face to Kill For
A Friendship to Die For
A Job to Kill For
A Killer Upstairs
A Killer Within
A Passion to Kill
A Vow to Kill
Appointment for a Killing
This is more entertaining than actually watching any of these movies.
Game time? Tool Time? 15:40?
my French professor asked me, the only American in the class, where the famous photo of US soliders raising the American flag on a pile of rubble was taken. I timidly responded “…I think Iwo Jima” and he laughed, looked around the class to get support in his mocking of me and said “I don’t think so after an atomic bomb!” I guess he thought I said Hiroshima BUT I DIDN’T and he made me feel so dumb and THIS STILL BOTHERS ME!
I wish I had corrected him but, tbh, I wasn’t 100% sure and he didn’t help with my confidence. And I had a crush on him.
Les Miserables, by Victor Hugo
I’m not so religious myself, but this reminded me of my dad.
It seemed it was a sort of ritual for him to get ready for bed by meditating in the presence of the great sights of the night sky. He was there alone with himself, collected, at peace, adoring, comparing the serenity of his heart to the serenity of the sky, moved in the darkness by the visible splendor of the constellations and the invisible splendors of God, opening his soul to thoughts that fell from the Unknown. In those moments, offering his heart at the time when nocturnal flowers offer their fragrance, illuminated like a light in the center of the starry sky, spreading in ecstasy over the midst of the universal radiance of creation, he could not perhaps tell himself what was happening in his mind; he felt something fly out of him and something come into him. Mysterious exchanges between the depths of the soul and the depths of the universe!
I could put a lot of things here: anything by James Taylor, “Bad to the Bone,” the Home Improvement theme song (this may be behavioral conditioning), but my least favorite song ever in the whole world is fucking “Hotel California.” If I hear it, I have to immediately change the station or flee the room dramatically. Any version of it. Fuck that fucking song.
Now you.
OMG so totally agree with Hotel California. The worst song ever! I once took a yoga class where the instructor played a whole Eagles album. Torturous. I also hate Wild Horses by The Rolling Stones. So whiny and boring and not AT ALL a good jukebox choice, contrary to popular opinion apparently.
who works at an Orthodox ProLife organization in Slovakia and he always posts links to the most extreme websites.
Today he posted this blog and I read it for lack of other things to distract me and just had to comment in support of Planned Parenthood and decent sex-ed.
Hopefully there will be some responses.
My favorite of their suggested solutions:
“Just keep praying. Pray pray pray!”
Just relivin’ Krazyfest6 in 2003
- G., Les Miserables by Victor Hugo
we demolished the old regime with our actions, but we haven’t entirely erased its ideas. To destroy the abuses is not enough; we must change our ways.The mill is gone, but the wind is still there.
G.-, Les Misérables by Victor Hugo
To end is a simple matter. You don’t need the morning for that. Very well. I shall die under the stars.
Bishop Myriel, Les Misérables by Victor Hugo
Beauty is as useful as the useful…maybe more.
Why does it surprise me that I am already finding so many quotes to underline in this book? Silly me, having such low expectations of French literature. I doubt I’ll ever be able to finish this whole text, but I’m enjoying it so far, on page 45/607 in Volume I of III.O_O
