Bah Humbug!
I found out today that my brother lost his job, four weeks before Christmas…
How shitty is that?
I found out today that my brother lost his job, four weeks before Christmas…
How shitty is that?
Which of course means nothing to me, expect it’s pretty much impossible to contact any Americans as their choking down a huge turkey and watching “the game”.
Who’s playing? No one really knows…
So it goes a little something like this.
The comment that was left last Thursday originated from IP#: 213.78.130.80, which after a little bit of help I discovered was the outbound DSL line for the place I work… So I was not best pleased that such a comment was posted from my place of work.
censorship
n 1: counterintelligence achieved by banning or deleting any information of value to the enemy [syn: censoring, security review] 2: deleting parts of publications or correspondence or theatrical performances [syn: censoring]
England beat Australia 20-17 to win the Rugby World Cup.
Great… Another thing we’ll never hear the end of…
*post removed until I get a proper answer about yesterdays comment on Monday*
I’m arranging to meet up with Melody again, for some bit of face to face closure if nothing else… E-mails are so impersonal and telephone calls doesn’t quite bridge the divide.
So El Presidente George “Bumbling Idiot” Bush is arriving over here for a state visit that is reputedly costing the UK taxpayers £5m… And he has a security entourage that ranges in the tens of thousands, 14,000 to be exact. The centre of London is going to be shut down and American Secret Service agents are working on a shoot to kill basis.
“Really, the blog is just a record of what I think about the world and how I spend my free time,” Widmar said. “In other words, exactly the sort of information that no 30-year-old wants his mom to have access to.”
From this day forth… Scam City version 6.0 (well, I’m really in 6.1 by now) shall be known as…….
VISUALADE
You know the old cliches… It’s not the winning, it’s the taking part… It’s a game of two halves etc. Well, it seems some nutty New Zealander has bet his citizenship on the Rugby World Cup…
I’m just sick of this whole runaround I’m experiencing… Is it always like this? It reminds me of a time years ago when me and a friend once spoke about “breaking up” and what happens thereafter. We’ve all done it. We’ve all been crushed in some way by a person whom we’ve given our hearts to. However, the breaking up, even the lovelorn feeling is not the hardest part of the break-up. The hardest part is having to see the person you broke up with (sometimes still love) moving on with life.
Remember Tuesday’s post about my Ex?
Well, it’s hitting home hard now and I can’t go on blogging about how she makes me feel… I was emailing my sister-in-law back and forth about it, and she asked for Melody’s email address… You know, for a girly chat and all that jazz.
Then all hell broke loose…
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