I like to think that I am a relatively smart person. I have perfected the difference between to, too, and two. I am expert on their, there, they're. But I get then/than wrong every single fucking time. I usually see my mistakes after they're posted, but this should be second nature at the this point in my life.
Don't be rediculous. Your just being more silly then everything. Perhaps you should try a cottage. Hooker can lend you there's. What's funny is I know people that speak like that. They're currently enrolled in college.
Psychology, actually. The double fun part is the girl is certifiably crazy. A completely narcissistic, free-love twit (and the accompanying herp), bi-polar and histrionic tendencies, not one healthy inter-personal relationship, with a trust fund and a rap sheet for 8 felony possessions of MDMA. *deep breath* No, but she can be a therapist because she knows how to help people. Since she apparently has one of every neuroses anyway. But, goddamn... what an ass on her.
I have seen so many errors on those OWS/protest/we are the 99% sheets of paper. If you are going to bitch about society failing you despite your top-knotch education, please do so with grammatically correct sentences. I feel like responding to every one off them saying big business isn't the reason why you are a failure, toots, but that probably wouldn't go over very well.
It's especially troubling because I'm sure OWS has a very high number of unemployed English majors. But to be fair, I bet if you took a sample of Goldman Sachs department e-mails you would find the same thing. Only 1% of the population gives a shit if they make mistakes when they write.
Mya's costume is wonderful: The dress and jewelry is awesome, so as long as you wear even somewhat accurate shoes it's basically perfect. I think the wig works really well, too, and the only thing that could be more similar to Joan is the makeup. Heavier eyeliner, slightly darker lipstick, and blush is all I think you need to do. (Even without that, no one's going to mistake you for another costume.) You know, I've found that tends to be the case with psych majors. If anyone from last night wants the pictures, I can email them to you or something. The group ones are darling.
What are you trying to be, my 5th grade Catholic school substitute teacher who was recently divorced and drank too much?
Yes, did I nail it? Maybe Audrey is wrong about the nobody is going to mistake me for another costume thing. Audrey - I have tweed pumps, so those should work well when worn with (ugg) nude stockings. I think the makeup may be what is throwing it off. I am not used to putting it on with such a heavy hand, so will need to work on that. Overall, I am happy with the dress and the jewelry.
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Take a computer programming class, I guarantee you won't make the mistake again, unless you're retarded.
She does enjoy fucking, and gives great helmet. So there's that. She's pretty non judgmental about drinking, although I haven't sprung the idea of designated driver on her.
The first thing you have to realize is that weddings are not for you, or even your wife. They are for your mothers.
My hangover is every kind of terrible. I'm currently trying to force a beer down to relieve it. Whiskey is bad for you kiddos.
Judging from the emails and facebook messages, you are correct. That woman is nagging the absolute shit out of me about things that don't even effect or concern her. I think I've ignored at least 10 very long messages so far....
I don't know, my mom didn't care very much about mine, my mother in law is too "polite" to intrude and I am not the type to ask for help. In a way I am happy about that since I got to do what I wanted, but on the other hand, I think it could have been more fun to have some family participation and help.