I’m annoyed, I’m pissy, I’m depressed and in a nutshell I’m trying to not go psychotic while working my last few weeks at a job, having to advise people on how to do my job and generally pretend I care. And I can’t stop eating, trying to quell some unnamed hungry I can’t quite nail down.
In short, I don’t really want to think about it, and would rather focus on other people at the moment.
Sigh. Tell me what part of the following sentence would make anyone on the internet over the past, oh I don’t know, ten years nervous: “The compliments and commitment kept coming from the false flame, who posed as a U.S. businessman who travelled to Nigeria to buy antiques. “
hmmmmm. I can’t quite put my finger on it.
“You think you’re smarter than (the crooks), but you’re not. It can happen to anyone,” she said.
Honey, you aren’t smarter than a fucking stump.
You’re a model. You have to wear these ridiculous outfits and try and walk in shoes that don’t even LOOK like shoes. And THEN you get some asshole news anchor who you make more than in one week than he does in a year snickering to the point that you KNOW he’s crying. And you know what? It’s not funny-it’s sad and kinda scary. Sure, they’re “models”, but their livelihood is linked to those tiny little ankles. Ass. (Some of the others-where the models are ok, are amusing)
Dude makes 200 FALSE calls to 911. Do I see any mentions of a psych eval? No, but they were nice enough to arrest him. And seriously? It takes 200 calls!?!?! You couldn’t find him in all that time?
Yeah, that’s totally why he got away with it this much. Maybe I’ll go to Winterpeg and see what I can get away with.
um. Scary. kthxbai
And sorta awesome.
And not only does Mickey Rourke creep me the hell out, but so does his weird attachment to his dogs, one of which is now dead. Let’s hope this love doesn’t run to taxidermy.
And we’re getting a snowstorm tomorrow.
I’m still pissy. What’s new with you?