Every time I think it’s not possible to love this man more than I already do, he goes and pulls something like this.
On top of usual anxiety, I’m waiting to see if a Gatsby themed interview/photoshoot the paper called me about today will go ahead - they’re waiting to get permission to do it in one of the big 1920s mansions. My bob is disordered and there’s not time to get it trimmed, and if it’s going ahead most of my collection is in storage and I need time to get it out. Or I can make do with the few pieces that are at my friend’s.
I’m having enough trouble with simple tasks at the moment - probably should have just said no. I’m too overwhelmed in general.
I’ve known Michelle for years - she’s a conscientious and extremely talented member of Parliament. Even with their record of misogynism I’m still shocked by the Opposition’s treatment of her in this matter. To then compound the wrong of their initial noxious choice to deny her a pair so she could be with her sick child by lying and criticising her capabilities as a mother makes me ill.
A Fashionably Dressed young Woman in the Arcade of the Palais Royal - Michel Garnier, 1787
This becomes more painful true and apt as it goes on.
“There are two ways to look at Tony Abbott’s growing collection of accidental foot-in-mouth moments. One is to view them as non-accidental, which is to assume that when the Opposition Leader referred to the Government “dying of shame” in Parliament, he…
I weep bcause I think I hardly ever read anything funnier
I am…sitting at my desk at work laughing. There are tears in my eyes.
Well played Mr.President
Thinking of replacing my current PC wallpaper of comic book Obama at the Lincoln memorial with Spiderman with Obama with rainbow shooting kitty here.
Here’s an interesting one. Posted an image on my FB account. Comment comes from a friend who wants to know if I have possibly become possessed by negative spirits that I allowed into my soul through my research subject matter, which has often included shipwreck disasters.
Clinical depression as the result of demons. Interesting take. Not, of course, that it would be a combination of my bio chemistry and PTSD. Nope. It’s me meddlin’ with all that dark stuff.
BFF is ready to kill him.
My fault for posting anything to the FB account, of course. I should know by now to keep it entirely inconsequential.
I’ll probably laugh about this in six months time. Demon posession. Seriously.