For me, it's Dr Pepper and orange juice. I call it a Doctor Odd. Kinda creamsicle-like.
When I was an infant, my toddler cousin died after injuries inflicted on him by a babysitter. Even though I don't remember him well (and wasn't informed of the details until a decade later), I remember my family's horror and mistrust following the incident and through my upbringing, ultimately transferring a lot of…
Besides other things (NYCyclist brought up a salient point), I think it has to do with Gidden's ideas around sequestration of experience:
"Macrophotograph me like one of your French girls, Jack..."
It's going to cost me $750 to fly home for the funeral of my aunt and grandma. I do not have it.
"Greetings," the creature began, clicking its talons against the cement. "Shall we do it?"
"This is John Lennon's movie review of John Lennon: Love is All You Need, or as previously released in Germany, John Lennon: Ich bin Müde vom Schlagen dieses Pferd Tot. I wrote music in defense of artistic license and for my loved ones, but never as diligently as spoon-player and topically-themed fancy boy, Paul…
lol I'm really not a fan of people who think they have it all figured out. Like their opinion is golden and that the rest of the majority of the people who disagree with them ( including people who actually know what they are talking about) are wrong.
Basketcases come in many weaves. I have never had a weave, but I own a few wigs. Passion isn't something inherited, it hits you like gravity and makes you a satellite. I've been watching Netflix for...some years, and I have spent the greater part of my graduate experience negotiating around my credit line so that I…
Mortal, do you reap for the trees?