But what if it needs to be capitalized?
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But what if it needs to be capitalized?
For some strange reason, I really enjoy making mix CDs comprised of music from my ever growing collection. There's something satisfying about putting together something I can just through in to my car's CD player and drive around listening to all day.
And I hate that I had to use Ezee.
So, I'm looking to trade up on blog services. What's a good free host, aside from Blogspot?
Also, as I posted in the ISOYFD thread, I'm looking for another writer for the blog, because I figure why not. Any takers?
Have you guys seen this?
Two young white girls talk to their Indian friend about being Indian.
Here it is. Possibly NSFW because it's on Break.com.
It's stunning how offensively ignorant these girls are.
The only thing I have questions about is the timeliness of the editing. If the girl uploaded it on her own, she wouldn't have cut it that way.
Today I realized that one day, probably when I'm very old, I may be asked: "Who was Michael Jackson?"
And then my head fell off.
I don't think I want to watch the whole thing. She just referred to one friend as "regular" and one friend as "Indian."
Sooo nervous. My boss is having a closed-door meeting with my co-worker, and I'm next. That's never happened before. Eeeeeeeek.
EDIT: It's nothing after all. I just get nervous around closed doors. Once, I worked for a company that went belly-up and they fired us all at the same time. Then everyone but me went out and got drunk.
Also, boo for car problems. My gear drive stick (proper name?) was stuck in park and couldn't get it into drive or reverse. I messed around with it enough to make it work, but now I can't get the keys out of the ignition. Yes, right now the keys are in my car. Anyone can take it.
If someone does take it, I really don't have a problem with that.
You know what, I had a teacher in third or fourth grade that was only part-time, like until noon, named Mrs. Warner and she was also a model. She brought in pictures of herself modeling make-up and hair products and, despite being normal-looking in real life, she cleaned up and looked very professional in the ads.
The year she was my teacher she was pregnant and finally gave birth. When she came back in three weeks later she was wearing a va-va-voom outfit and was down to, like, a size six. I said, "You're so thin!" She said, "Oh, no, I'm still FAT. But I'm getting there."
I don't know what made me think about her this morning, but what the flying crap was up with that woman? Who is a part-time elementary school teacher and a part-time model? And who shows glamor shots to eight year olds? And who wears va-va-voom outfits and complains about baby weight to, again, children?
The answer is...ever eight year old boys dream teacher.
*pops in some Van Halen*
what is a va va voom outfit?
Circa-1987 hair worked in circa-1987.
My second grade teacher is the first woman I remember having a crush on.
Teacher does sound a little nutty, though. Reminds me of the school psychiatrist who talked about Curly Sue all the time.
A co-worker just forwarded me an e-mail of multiple flexing over-waxed buff police officers with no shirts on. At the end of the e-mail, it says:
THERE'S NO COMING BACK FROM THIS.Quote:
Friends...
Friends are like butt cheeks.
Crap might separate them,
But they always come back together.
Send this to all your butt cheeks.