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Bitchfest alert! When is Microsoft (aka microshaft) going to admit to leaving dilapidated code in its Vista software - without a patch to fix it? I am currently experiencing BlacK Screen Of Death (KSOD) which is where an MS or any other update disrupts the OS Code and renders it to itself as a pirated copt OS - and whose idea was it to launch such a fragile OS to begin with?

There are three options for me - New OS which at over £100 is out of my budget - it is more than I get in assistance to survive on for a fortnight. 2. try and hit the registry up with my other half and try and attempt to fix it or three, throw in the towel and use Ubuntu for the rest of my life get a second HDD reformat that to FAT32 and then copy all files on my current HDD to it so it works.

Life is never easy and I am sincerely considering a move to MAC products and saving up for it. Purely because I have never heard of such lunacy - not only that, but Mac is easy and simple and intuitive to utilize - microsoft like to over complicate shit - I am angry in ways I have never been before. At least I have an answer as to why it is happening - if not a solution!

*Note my emoticon is of Kara Thrace (Battlestar Galactica - if you did not know) Leaning over Leoben Conoy ad stabbing him to death with, I like to think a tuning fork  - more pain that way. This exactly exemplifies my anger towards Microsoft!
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In bold are the lyrics that sometimes I feel (Beware the swear)

Holy cow batman here be lyrics! )

And for those wondering nope, not depressed or fed up just in a malaise of ah what the hell and fuck it all. I just wanna be on the outside of it all, looking in the window and wondering what it all is worth. I want to question the world and hold it to a ransom and find out its value. I want to poke and prod all the beliefs and thoughts of the world and run it all through a statistical analysis and see if they hold validity and statistical relevance!
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I am nearly 30 - my biggest ambition is to be a writer and to have kids. So yeah I really DON'T know what to do with my life. I am not career minded at all. I was never briught up to be that. No one sat me down and said have a game plan - everyone was working from the crib sheet of the 1950's.

So now I am expected to want to do something for the REST OF MY LIFE. I studied psychology in university - and there are parts that fascinate me - but - I can't imagine being there forever. That said I have done nothing for the last year and I am stagnant.

I want a future, bright shiny ones are out of stock at the moment, so I will take anything and work from there. My biggest want is to be a writer. but feel that that will never happen. I am beholden to fears not inserted by experience or many rejections. But placed by a paternal figure who had no business being a father. And certainly had no business handing out advice.

I have no clue where to go for the future and everyone expects me to get a job and be happy - but I can't even work out what to do. I have experience up the wazoo of customer service - but if I spend too much time there I am going to killl myself mentally. But I can not experience anywhere else and I have no idea on how to change 'career direction'.

I feel like I am at the end of my tether. I go for job interviews these days and I am being looked at as though I am about to have kids. Chances are no. The boyfriend I have is currently putting up so many road blocks and hurdles to overcome I will be 50. But no employer wants to hear that. SO getting a job is impossible.

I have fucking well had it!
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I head up and am solely responsible at the moment for the UK /Europe operations of the Stargate Atlantis Rewind - as such I get to do nifty things like make vids and snark at my fave episodes - today i had to make a new vid (took 2 hours) to promote the fact we are changing times and heading into our second season. So without much more preamble ramble I present to you my vid - please view, comment and if you like it download it. I promise it is virus free!

Title: SGA Rewind UK Season 2 Promo Vid
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Episode: The Seige pt 2
Music:Illuminates - Hurt
Sunmary: The Battle Rages
rate: none
warning: none
format: .Windows

Dailymotion Streaming Link -

Sendspace download Link -


Nov. 12th, 2010 04:56 pm
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Let me tell you a story 8 or 9 years ago I had a dentist - who happened to be going through a hell of a nasty divorce. (And by nasty I mean the guy took her to the cleaners girls and boys) I was a merry 20/21 year old at this point and marched in for a routine filling extraction and reseating (Happens a lot with metal fillings - I want ceramic replacements) So I sit in her chair and smile politely then comes the shocker (when I am laying back mouth open and half a ton of metal already seated in there) "I am going to take this filling out with out anaesthesia - you shouldn't feel a thing, raise a hand if it does.

BIG FRAKKING GULP INSERTED HERE. My eyebrows raise, anxiety goes through the roof and nausea starts - as does the drill. INSERT MORE GULPS.

She drills out a significant amount and then the inevitable happens and yowsers!!! I raise my hand, she ignores. I slap the arm rest then raise, by this point I am all but levitating here.

"Are you ok there?" She asks - and I swear to god the amount of profanity going through my head indicated that no I most certainly was not OK.

"No!!!! Pain! Please knock me out with a hammer - I'll take concussion over that!"

"Put your hand down - you felt no pain." And she is back, talking to the dental nurse about her a~"£$%"@ of a husband, whilst tears - real tears, are running down my face. She finally finishes the drilling and upon noticing my tears does she comfort me or apologise.


"Oh come on stop being so melodramatic." She gets the amalgum (The metal filling stuff) and begins stuffing it into the area. She seals it and sends me out. I blink at my mum and we leave. I don't have her again until my wisdom extractions (Yes, she anaesthatised me for that one) And I have had fillings done by someone else at the practice, but never with her again.

So why am I telling you this.

Well I have three small issues with my mouth (Four if you include that sometimes I run off at it and occassionally have verbal diahorrea - but that is neither here nor there)

1. I have TMJ - or at least I have every symptom for it - what this means is my jaw joint is screwed to hades and well that is never fun - PAIN

2. 3 maybe 4 months ago - probably longer - I had a filling drop out. And yes, boys and girls, it has taken THIS long to get that sorted out

3. My wisdom tooth has finally, finally made its full announcement to the world - aka it came through fully. Before now it was half occluded by gum and as such made it danged hard, if not impossible to clean it. Explains why it is half rotten then.

I need these fixed - I need it done soon. I am not in pain from my teeth - don't mean I want to go borrowing that trouble too. So I got brave. I lost my old dentist because I no longer had the money for the private dental insurance (Yes even in the UK we have health and dental insurances - don't act so surprised) And I have had to find a new dentist - I called one and I am kinda glad they don't take NHS patients cause they seemed a little up themselves, and the second I tried seemed young (Not too young) and very kind - bonus for me - I have an appointment to get everything sorted out on Tuesday.

Its also taken severe pain to the point of sobbing and screaming to get to this point. Says something - not sure what though ... Could you fill that blank?
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This is an "actual letter" from an Austin, Texas woman sent to Proctor and Gamble regarding one of their feminine products. She really gets rolling after the first paragraph. This was PC Magazine's 2009 Editors' Choice award-winner for the best letter sent via e-mail.

Dear Mr. Thatcher,

I have been a loyal user of your 'Always' maxi pads for over 20 years and I appreciate many of their features. Why, without the LeakGuard Core or Dri-Weave absorbency, I'd probably never go horseback riding or salsa dancing, and I'd certainly steer clear of running up and down the beach in tight, white shorts.

But my favorite feature has to be your revolutionary Flexi-Wings. Kudos on being the only company smart enough to realize how crucial it is that maxi pads be aerodynamic I can't tell you how safe and secure I feel each month knowing there's a little F-16 in my pants.

Have you ever had a menstrual period, Mr. Thatcher? I'm guessing you haven't. Well, my time of the month is starting right now.  As I type, I can already feel hormonal forces violently surging through my body. Just a few minutes from now, my body will adjust and I'll be transformed into what my husband likes to call 'an inbred hillbilly with knife skills.'

Isn't the human body amazing?

As Brand Manager in the Feminine-Hygiene Division, you've no doubt seen quite a bit of research on what exactly happens during your customer's monthly visits from 'Aunt Flo'. Therefore, you must know about the bloating, puffiness, and cramping we endure, and about our intense mood swings, crying jags, and out-of-control behavior. You surely realize it's a tough time for most women.

The point is, sir, you of all people must realize that America is just crawling with homicidal maniacs in Capri pants... Which brings me to the reason for my letter. Last month, while in the throes of cramping so painful I wanted to reach inside my body and yank out my uterus, I opened an Always maxi-pad, and there, printed on the adhesive backing, were these words: 'Have a Happy Period.'

Are you f------ kidding me? What I mean is, does any part of your tiny middle-manager brain really think happiness - actual smiling, laughing happiness, is possible during a menstrual period? Did anything mentioned above sound the least bit pleasurable? Well, did it, James?  FYI, unless you're some kind of sick S&M freak, there will never be anything 'happy' about a day in which you have to jack yourself up on Motrin and Kahlua and lock yourself in your house just so you don't march down to the local Walgreen's armed with a hunting rifle and a sketchy plan to end your life in a blaze of glory.

For the love of God, pull your head out, man! If you have to slap a moronic message on a maxi pad, wouldn't it make more sense to say something that's actually pertinent, like 'Put down the Hammer' or 'Vehicular Manslaughter is Wrong'.

Sir, please inform your Accounting Department that, effective immediately, there will be an $8 drop in monthly profits, for I have chosen to take my maxi-pad business elsewhere. And though I will certainly miss your Flex-Wings, I will not for one minute miss your brand of condescending bullshit. And that's a promise I will keep.

Always. . ...

Wendi Aarons
Austin , TX
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So yes I went bra shopping today and apparently with no discernable or appreciable weight gain on the weighing scales my current size jeans are tighter than normal, and my bra size in the cup is now a full size bigger. I am now a 38 ... G? Like seriously? I am not as big as Anna Nicole smith. I am big sure but yeesh that is odd.

Marks and Spencers have definately screwed their sizing becuase bra's that are relatively new and an F cup still fit, and my size normal size jeans - exact replicas of my new ones are baggy as fuck, so really what gives? Despondant and miserable I give it up to myself that I am more than likely a ...

Big, fat, fucking heffer!

Its the only conclusion I have.

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On this day, 6 years ago, the world lost a part of it's heart. My mum was a woman who would always listen, who loved and always cared for those around her. I celebrate her life today, instead of mourn my loss. Today is extra reason to love more, take less and live to the fullest. May you rest peacefully mum. I love you with everything I have - especially after this time. It does not diminish - it only strengthens. Xxx

In the spirit of this I will tell a story of my mum.

My mum was the go to girl, she was the one I could talk to who understood me, accepted me and loved me unflinchingly and unfailingly. I wasn't perfect and as a child I would scare the bejeezers out of her. Other days I would irritate her. When I was three I had a friend – Warren, who lived opposite me. Our mum's got along well and during the summer they would hang out on the flat roof, whilst we played.

One such day our mum's were completely engrossed in conversation and Warren and myself found ourselves in my bathroom. I looked at Warren and smiled and suggested being like grown-ups. He looked at me puzzled – I returned the idea to him and said, well our mummies wash our hair, lets be like them. He grinned. I realised we needed to wet our hair, and tried to turn the taps to no avail. Faced with this quandary I put all my three year old ingenuity and problem solving skills to the test and came up with a fairly genius idea.

Catch the water from the flush of a toilet – it was clean before it sat at the bottom, in my mind and so I used that reasoning to use the water. Hair wet I looked around for the shampoo. I picked up the first thing to come to hand (after quite a bit of climbing I must add) and put it on both out hair. It didn't foam. So I put more on it – still no foam. Must need more water was my reasoning. Lets put it this way - thirty minutes went past and my mother came in, to find the top half of the house flooded. And the “shampoo” still hadn't foamed. As for what was in my best friends hair, and mine – well it wasn't shampoo, that's for certain. It was bathroom strength cream cleanser. My blonde hair had never been so blonde!

Lets put it this way. My mum saw the funny side in the deduction of what had happened. And for years afterwards managed to tell the story. One other thing, because of the story telling to anyone who would listen, or the showing of baby pictures – including a rather large one on permanent display at my parents house. I do not have any qualms with showing my baby picture as can be seen below – this is my mum (Aged 36 years – now you know where the lack of aging comes from with me and myself as a baby!)


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 Yes I left one thing out yesterday - my scanner has died *plays a mournful dirge about it all* but as my boy pointed out - I can take a photo. 

So I present the Autograph!

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OK My area is FOREVER being used as film and television locations so when I walked out of my front door and saw yet another film crew I was all oh great I am going to be late for my jobcentre appointment. Then I saw police cars and I was all Ok... this looks ... interesting. Then I see Bradley Walsh and I am all OMFG Jamie Bamber will be around here ... then I see him lounging on one of the police cars! SQUEE. But of course I was majorly running late to the job centre and I needed to be there, so I took a quick photo, with Jamie leaning on the squad car.

Before dashing off. I was shaking with excitement, grabbed bus got to jobcentre and saw adviser who noticed I was a little goofy - (A little?!?!) and I explained what was going on and how big of a fan girl I was and he fast tracked me out. YAY for awesome advisers!!!

So I grab bus back to my house which did I mention is opposite where filming is and I grab one of my BSG companion books and dash out of my apartment, hoping they are all there, they were. I ask one of the crew if I could get an autograph and the guy goes "Yeah he's over there, he's cool" So I walk over and where I got the gumption from I has no clues, I walk up to him and say; "Excuse me sir, (yes I am a dork) may I have your autograph please?" BRILLIANT SMILE and he say "Of course!" and then I pass him the book. And we get swamped with crew members reading it over his shoulder, teasing him - good naturedly (Bradley Walsh turns and says; "Look at those cheekbones!" to which Jamie says "I was younger then." Bradley then turns to me and says "Do you have a camera or a mobile phone?" Yes! (I honestly forgot I had it in my pocket) "Great!" he says "Show me how to use it!" I am stunned this is like fan girl heaven right - I died and got to live a fan girl moment - Right?!?

We position our selves for the photo, and they ask my name (Angela - though friends call me Angel) and I mention I had noticed everything going on when going to the job centre Jamie actually said "I'm sorry to hear that" which is so sweet. Then he says "What are you looking to do?" to which I reply "i am trying to be a rehabilitation therapist, I graduated psychology at uni last year, but jobs are a little scarce." He signs my book, I say thank you, shake his hand and he wishes me the best.

I am incredibly lucky. I have spent an incredible week talking about Lee Adama (His character on BSG) and fan girling online - and then I get to meet the man, not having traveled anywhere, spent money, nothing. I musta have been a good girl this year - santa just delivered early!!!
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 I am guessing I am just a little bit sensitive to certain words. I read a wonderful and eloquent LiveJournal entry by a friend of mine, that detailed her teen years. I won't go into details here, her story, is not my own. But walking down the street on Saturday I was strongly reminded of the entry.

I was in Sutton, the town I currently live in meeting up with my best friend (whom I think of as a little sister – there is a year between us, so for all intents and purposes entirely possible IMHO) and her dad. We had had a lovely afternoon of tea and conversation, and were walking down the main street of the town and there were a group of youths. Not one of them were over 24, they were there for some reason – but those reasons were rather obscure – I still don't know why they were there.

This gets long, but keep going. I hope it is worth the read! )
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(Overlay titles describe building as Caprica Colonial Forces Flight Academy)

Establishing shot shows that there are students bustling about in Colonial cadet uniforms. Others, newbies, are still in civvies, some are clutching boxes.

Read more... )


Oct. 13th, 2010 01:01 am
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Title: Wounds
Rating:PG - if only for one word of language
Character: Lee Adama/ Kara Thrace
Category: Character Exploration
Summary: Some situations never change, but sometimes the people in them do.
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Notes: Comments are welcome, this is entirely unbeta'd, please no flames! - I did have issues with tenses (so if you spot them and have any ideas on what I should have done, yell out in the comments) This is only unbeta'd purely because I don't know anyone into BSG to beta my work :( If you know of someone who may help me, or would like to beta me please let me know.

The world feels strangely like it is repeating itself. All this has happened before, and will happen again. He doubted the book of Pythia had been talking about Kara at the time, but he smiled to himself as he thought that maybe, just maybe Kara had taken the line a little to heart. The first time he had seen Kara, in the intervening two years since his brother's passing, and it had been in a brig. This brig to be precise. Though it looked a little different. Kara's redecoration had certainly made it look more spacious. He'd give her decorating advice a miss for his own quarters though.

Read more... )

Spirit Day

Oct. 6th, 2010 02:11 am
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Originally posted by [ profile] neo_prodigy at Spirit Day

It’s been decided. On October 20th, 2010, we will wear purple in honor of the 6 gay boys who committed suicide in recent weeks/months due to homophobic abuse in their homes at at their schools. Purple represents Spirit on the LGBTQ flag and that’s exactly what we’d like all of you to have with you: spirit. Please know that times will get better and that you will meet people who will love you and respect you for who you are, no matter your sexuality. Please wear purple on October 20th. Tell your friends, family, co-workers, neighbors and schools.

RIP Tyler Clementi, Seth Walsh (top)
RIP Justin Aaberg, Raymond Chase (middle)
RIP Asher Brown and Billy Lucas. (bottom)

REBLOG to spread a message of love, unity and peace.

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JoeFlanigan tweeted a heartfelt letter to fans today in regards to a family friend Sarah Geary and asked for fans to help. Joe's words speak for themselves and I hope that we fans as a group can help this family in their terrible time of need.

Letter from Joe
I would like to introduce everyone to my close friend Sarah Geary. Earlier this year she was diagnosed with ALS, also known as Lou Gehrigs disease. She has been unfortunately declining ever since. Despite the effects of this cruel disease, she manages to continually enrich the lives of those around her in the most amazing ways. My wife Katherine and I have been profoundly effected by her iron will, piercing intellect and abominable charm. It seems like health and spirit have an inverse relationship with Sarah. Her husband Tim has been overwhelmed with the practical and emotional demands of this cries, all the while attending to a demanding full time job.
At the end of the day, however, the outcome is certain. Sarah will slowly and sometimes painfully diminish toward death. The medical demands and costs are staggering and, in some ways, constitute a second tragedy for the family. They have been living in the guest house of some very generous friends, which gives them proximity to the doctors. They have also been spending many of their weekends with my family in Malibu, where Sarah, Tim and the kids feel genuinely relaxed and welcome in their 'adopted home'. Recently Sarah has lost her speech and we now have to carry her in and out of the house. And while she has been robbed of so much of the communication we all take for granted, she manages to almost vibrate silently with affection for everyone and everything around her.
I feel remarkably blessed in my career. One thing I feel so proud of is the special relationship that we, actors of The Stargate franchises, have with our fans. If there ever was a chip I could cash in on for my success, this would be it. My uncharacteristic seriousness should only underscore the sobering obligation I feel toward Sarah.
I'm asking all of us to rally for Sarah Geary and her family. We can make her last days as comfortable as possible and help Tim and the kids transition to the next chapter of their lives. Unlike donations to a large organization where it is difficult to measure the impact of your contribution, your money will have a direct and immediate impact on her well-being from breathing apparatus' to night nurses. Tim and I will be keep everyone in touch by informing them of the process.
David Hewlett and I are auctioning off a lunch together in Los Angeles. David will be forced to eat lemons and laugh at my same joke that I will continually repeat throughout the meal. Additionally, and perhaps more shockingly, I am auctioning off my trusty skateboard that has reliably transported me around the studio-lot for many years and has appeared in scenes through out the Stargate Atlantis series. Yes, folks, I brought my skateboard to space. Please visit:
So please, join me and my friends in our support of Sara Geary. Look forward to seeing everyone soon.

Joe has further said that for those that can't bid on the auction, donations can be made via this link:

I post this cause I can not afford jack at the moment, but hope that my friends list and any other meandering soul may be able to help by donating or bidding. I would be grateful for any and all help to go towards this cause, even if I do not know the people involved. One person's suffering, is everyone's suffering IMHO, and to ease it for one, is to ease it for all.

Much love and many thank you's 

Angela x
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 First off I have changed the Journal design - Yay! It's apparently pink and girlie and for some bizarro world reason that sums me up ookay then!

Second I am researching and reading and considering (well not so much considering since the bloody decision has been made) to write psychology papers on the media, on social construction and gender and sexuality, and als on the constructions researchers make, and possibly a reading on the televisiual landscape of gender these days.

Hmm I am insane.
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I do not normally blog about politics, I avoid it like the plague really. However, this whole burn the Qu'ran thing is pathetic. When did two  wrongs ever make a right???

For example, do we tell the burglarized to burgle the burglar? Do we tell the murder victims family, to murder a member of the murderer's family. As they say and Eye for an Eye and a Tooth for a Tooth and we would all be blind and  toothless. 

It is pathetic when so called intellegent people decide to exact revenge. They should take the christian high road (if they are , as the purport to be; christians) and do as Jesus taught and turn the other cheek.

And this is coming from a darned pagan. egads!

Also politics and religion never mix, didn't in the pilgrim fathers day hence the mass exodus, and it doesn't now. Only there is no where left to run. Start working towards a happy medium, your land has run out.
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I don't often write original fiction, though I may do a lot more in the future. Today I wrote something, that originally I had no idea where it was going, who the character was, pretty much direction-less. by the end of three hours I was buzzing. I wrote 2526 words of a story, it flowed through me, and I was for a change very conscious of where I was going and what I wanted to stay (perhaps this a feature of original fiction writing hitherto unmentioned to me.

I posted it at David Hewlett's site, which I moderate a portion thereof, but not the section I wrote for. The fic can be found here; I even tweeted it to get more people viewing and hopefully joining the site. What I didn't expect was to get 25 'guests' viewing straight off the bat, nor did I expect my hits to go from 50 to 100 in an hour. That is a lot of eyeballs viewing it.

I am deeply proud and very much galvanised towards NaNoWriMo in November, when the actual novel and not on the side chapters can be written, but I think to keep the momentum up, I will be writing these side chapters, they may or may not be interwoven into the story post December, I am not sure, but they do help to keep my interest up. And there can be nothing wrong with that!
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I'm barely standing, but I'm fucking flying.
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 I am in twitter and someone has just pissed me off royally.

They insist that they no longer need to see the UK on their next trip, they have been there already, and they can rely on their friends to shuttle their ass around. I am sorry but that there is just fucking laziness. If you are old enough to have stayed here for 6 months previously alone, you are old enough to travel around on your fucking own. Not to mention, take a fucking interest in what is around you, you pay how much to not look at anything??? because you want to DO things, not Look at things.

You pissed me off, you would expect me to take your advice, all I said originally was to save up cause it is pricey as fuck over here, and you were all. My friends will pay may way. Immature fucking child. You deserved me calling you an arrogant, beligerant bitch. If I 'lose' followers so be it, cause I could give a fuck else over your whiney, lying ass.

Yes I call you a liar too. You lied about your boyfriend having cancer, you stated it was treatable, and that his mother was some hot shot at some NY hosptial and that she had had him transfered out of a Military hospital (How? The military don't normally do that, they certainly wouldn't pay for treatment outside of their perview either) to some fancy NY hospital for experimental treatments (if it is treatable as you originally said a week before, and he was supposed to be early stages, as you said, they do not do experimental the week after diagnosis)

You lied, and twoo weeks later you said he was dead. That made me feel for you until someone sat me up and made me think a bit. Then I realised how big of a lie you spun. Not to mention, that the night you say he is dead, and hour later you are hyping up your next big Sci-fi convention trip and who you wanna meet etc. You don't do that ever.

I didn't like talking with you. Everyday on twitter I subjugated myself to your attention whoring. You pissed me off to start with, but you are friends with mine. But the fact you said that in 6 months you had seen all the UK had to offer pissed me off. I have travelled like you wouldn't believe, and I have not seen it all. To think you have, is frankly, obscene and yes. You and your sanctimonious, the UK is small insignificant, and not worthy of attention got me. "I've been there before, and I will be there again." I sincerely hope that at some point immigration looks at your ass and goes you know what, fuck this lying Broad, access denied. Cause if that happens you can't visit for 10 years. And it won't be our loss.

OOOOOOOHHHHHH I don't like her at all.


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