Shatteredshards. Female, 28. White and nerdy. Opinionated as hell. Likes crazy eye makeup. Voided warranty. Is a work in progress, just like this theme.
I don’t feel bad for her, sorry. She put herself out there, and that’s what happens. I’m not saying she should have been bullied and whatnot, but when you expose yourself, that’s a risk.
I have to agree. When I was 11, the only internet access I had was at school. The parents need to be punished as well; they let her go act like a trolling brat online, and then when she cried to them that people were so mean and picking on her, they ate her bull**** up with a spoon.
Me: “Good afternoon, we’ve noticed that you haven’t paid the entire amount due on your bill.”
Client: “We haven’t received an invoice.”
Me: “Then how did a check show up with the invoice number on it in the memo field? We appreciate the timely payment, but it’s about 75 dollars short of the payment due.”
Client: “You know this is a church group right? We don’t have to pay taxes, and you realize you go to hell for lying, right?”
Me: “Well if you check the invoice, there is no sales tax applied, but you realize you go to hell for theft too, correct?”
“Board member Reverend David Murray called the allegations ‘a terrible thing’ but said he doesn’t believe the 55-year-old Mathis should quit.
“‘It happens to a lot of young men. They engage in behavior they feel is harmless and it’s offensive to certain people,’ Murray said. ‘… It could be deemed offensive, but some women are more sensitive to those types of things than others.’
“‘I feel bad for him because he probably felt that it was something she would probably like or she got humor out of it.’”
LINDA MOORE, 56
After her husband refused to let her decorate their bedroom, Moore transformed the guest bedroom of her Katy, Texas, home into a “Twilight fantasy.” “One of my best friends says she wants to spend her birthday in there!” she told PEOPLE. “Everyone who has seen my Twilight room either loves it or thinks I’m crazy.”
I think I just died laughing,
No, just no. Back away from the pillows. Leave the room. Go outside. Look at your arms and see that they don’t sparkle.
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*headinhands* Grammarfail!
On another note, I don’t care for Nickelback. And you know what? My Bach-loving musically educated ass thinks Captain Apostrophe could do with some “proper music sense.”
dirtylittlestylewhore posted another photo from the same set but she didn’t link back to the source which is just annoying (and to think she gets paid for shitty blogging). you will notice i have put a click through to the original source.
Maybe she thinks her disclaimer is enough credit? “I dont claim the rights to these images on my blog unless stated other wise. I find images from lots of different sites and post them for inspiration.”
But if that’s the case, I wonder why she’s using crappy (and broken!) JavaScript in attempt to disable right-clicking and prevent people from stealing the images from her blog, when she’s just stealing them from everywhere else. It’s like all those people who’ve flooded deviantART and demand credit for someone else’s picture that they added a few words and a Paint Shop effect to.
(via mrgolightly)
Well, most things tend to be alive when you kill them.
Except zombies. They’re only reanimated.
Client: Hey, just one final question before I send the deposit. Do you use a PC or a MAC?
Me: I use a MAC.
Client: That is a problem. Do you have access to a PC? I am not a supporter of Apple products.
Me: No, I don’t have access to a PC, but this will have little to no effect on the work…
I’m sure hell will be fun, with all of those pedophile priests and crap.
(via unburyingthelead)
There is no reason for a child under 16 to have their own cell phone. It’s called pay phones, it’s called being with an adult, it’s called if you have any question in your child’s safety or trust, grow a pair and solve that issue instead of handing them a little piece of brain cancer-causing plastic as a cop-out solution.
Kids are so freakin’ spoiled. I got my first job only two weeks after turning 15 because my parents didn’t believe in allowance, and I had to put at least half of every paycheck into savings. I got my first cell phone a few months after I turned 18, on a prepay plan, because my parents believed that I needed to be self-sufficient for such things. And you know what? I can appreciate things a lot better than the ungrateful, spoiled little ‘tweens I see running around the Mall of America on mommy and daddy’s dime.
I wasn’t able to fall asleep before I had to get up for work; I tossed and turned the entire time from when I went to bed.
