Cousin may get kicked out.
All cause my mom asked him to quit smoking and he said he was gonna quit then we just find out he still had cigarettes. She told him if he continues to smoke even if it’s off our property, he will have to find another place to live. Which I have no problem with.
Plus, he got all pissy with me cause I was throwing his clothes in the hall. Don’t leave them on the floor and I won’t do that. So then he threatened to do it to mine and Preston’s clothes(either way we never leave our clothes in thee cause I’m weird about my bathroom). I told him if he did I would throw all of his products away, drain them, and never let him in my bathroom again. You don’t give me respect I sure as hell am not gone give you any. And in not gonna clean up after you. I’m not your maid. Give me some fucking respect. Cause I tried giving you some when you didn’t give me any. And look where that got me.
6 hours ago on May 20, 2013 at 04:57pm
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Way before Photoshop, Jerry Uelsmann was crafting surreal photographs by hand in the dark room. Some of his stunning work is on tour at the National Gallery of Art through May 5.
Manipulating Photography Before Photoshop
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Being born a woman is an awful tragedy. Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording —all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.
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I have officially attracted a raccoon now.
22 hours ago on May 20, 2013 at 12:30am
word of (y)our day
Word #195 — May 19, 2013
Commodious — (adj.) Roomy and spacious, particularly regarding living quarters or furniture; ample for a specific purpose.
In a sentence — The apartment would never be confused as commodious accommodations; yet, the little space was grand enough to two young lovers, who needed little more than a bed and wooden floors and books.
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