I know that.
I have no fight with Annie, yet I do. Oh yeah. There are many things that I can't do; mostly basic life-skills that I should be tackling right now instead of writing lists on my blog. Here's a list on my blog: I can't drive; I can't cook; I can't write html and design websites for a living; I can't run without flapping my arms; I can't drive; I can't change a fuse; I can't do sums in my head; I can't do sport; I can't mend the puncture on my bike; I can't drive; I can't speak any other useful languages; I can't light the fire in the living room without using a whole box of firelighters and getting a row off my dad; I can't use Microsoft Excel; I can't do mouth-to-mouth resuscitation; I can't save money; I can't drive; I can't sing; and I definitely can't sing and play guitar at the same time — my fingers go all over the place.
" wednesday, january 28, 2009
Didn't Obama just get even more loveable — as if that were even possible — when he kept fluffing his lines as he was sworn in? You can see Michelle lean into him afterwards, all like: You did good baby, you did good. No baby, really, you did alright!
All he has to do for me tomorrow is reprimand Israel, rebuild Palestine, close down Gitmo, and save the polar bears."
You go girl.
These peeps that are allowed to VOTE?
So help me god:
All I can say to Annie, is that this man is fucking up your future, as sure as he is fucking up mine.
I have lived in many sociailst countries in Africa and I finaly figured to save my money in USD in the Eurozone.
Now this fucker comes along and thrashes the dollar.
Please give a place where I can go.
This "loveable" creature is fucking up my world, your's as well, just wait.
I bet the Mullah's will respond very well to his recent kowtowing.
They love assholes.
My African currency will respond, so I am "safe" but WTF about travel?
You unthinking "loveable" persons are fucking up mine and yours without even knowing.
I BELIEVE THAT A QAULIFIFIED VOTE IS THE ANSWER.
YOU PAY TAX AND YOU ARE ALLOWED TO VOTE.
That is very simple, ain't it.
I'll survive, whatever these fuckers do, that's what I do.