Gomez163
Gomez163's JournalI tried to watch CNN's election coverage. I can't go any further.
It is crushing my soul. I don't who the blonde defending Trump is but if I lose more of my soul watching this dreck I suppose I will meet her in Hell.
The Entire Netflix History of Us (NYT Fashion and Style) Sad breakup story
Rob and I broke up on a Monday. It was the first warm day after an impossibly long winter, which made the whole thing feel that much more cruel. I was in line at Starbucks when I got a text that read, “Hey, you around? I think we need to talk.”
Just two short sentences, but they had the destructive force of a sudden summer storm.
As I walked home, panic settled in my stomach like a swallowed stone. I went into my bedroom and closed the door, even though I live alone. Our conversation was brief, or so it seemed. I had no concept of time.
I refrained from asking him why and therefore seeming desperate, a perception of collectedness that came at the expense of my gaining any real answers or closure.
What I did manage to gather made me realize that as I had been floating along on a river of bliss, he had been mentally cataloging evidence of my flaws.
Earlier that week, we had talked about stopping by the Tompkins Square dog run. We didn’t have a dog, but we loved to sneak in — always one at a time to give the impression we had arranged to meet each other there. We’d give the dogs funny voices, accents, back stories. Or maybe that was just me?
I went to work early Tuesday to remove the pictures of us from my cubicle wall, redistributing the others in hopes that co-workers wouldn’t notice and ask. I put the thumbtacks back in their little box, tucked the photos into a folder in the bottom of a drawer and went to the bathroom, where I cried in ugly, shallow breaths.
The Entire Netflix History of Us (NYT Fashion and Style) Sad breakup story
http://www.nytimes.com/2016/05/01/fashion/modern-love-netflix-relationship.html?action=click&pgtype=Homepage&viewport=desktop&module=more-stories®ion=top-stories-below&contentIndexValue=2&subIndexValue=0&feedIndexValue=7&groupKick=true&summary=true&comments=trueRob and I broke up on a Monday. It was the first warm day after an impossibly long winter, which made the whole thing feel that much more cruel. I was in line at Starbucks when I got a text that read, “Hey, you around? I think we need to talk.”
Just two short sentences, but they had the destructive force of a sudden summer storm.
As I walked home, panic settled in my stomach like a swallowed stone. I went into my bedroom and closed the door, even though I live alone. Our conversation was brief, or so it seemed. I had no concept of time.
So I go and vote yesterday
and as I walk up to the polling place there is a nice 70 year old woman that is a Trump supporter. I kindly tell her that I am a Democrat so she can save her breath. As I'm walking out later I can't resist so I raise my fist and yell "MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!!!!!" She hits me back with "BUILD THAT WALL". I don't think I did any harm.
There's a funny thing about endorsements.
Bernie will not be allowed to speak at the convention unless he endorses Hillary. Hillary holds all the cards. Once Bernie realizes that, things will go easier for him.
TWEETY'S WIFE IS LOSING
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