Writing laboriously with many gratuitous adjectives and gerunds is what I do.
I have decided to not look for a roommate, but I would take one if he fell on me I guess. I can’t be bothered. I don’t actually want to live with a person or figure out a way around my lethargy to actually find a roommate. I don’t want to clean or improve. I just don’t care about my terrible terrible condo of suck which I hate. I don’t understand people who get an erection over stuff. I just don’t care about my countertop or my couch or sound system. fucking sconces and shit.
I’m going to sell my awful condo of broken things sometime this year when I am done needing to be in state at GMU. So late summer early Fall. I’m going to move into a much smaller one bedroom in the city and get rid of my car. when a fire happens downstairs, or the fucking unit above me, their fucking shower decides to fucking leak, or goddamn Armageddon happens I won’t care because I will be renting and I won’t lose shit except maybe a security deposit.
Everything in this area construction-wise is made out of imported Chinese straw and Pinata stuffing and glued together with fucking bat guano- and having to do the slightest repair on anything drives me to drink, depression and slutting around. and I am ALWAYS fixing some bullshit in my broke ass 1976 fucking shithole condo.
If I ever own again it will be a house and I will have a partner who will order me to do repairs and thank me for it, which is the type b reward I want.
I’m sure this doens’t apply to living with all straight men.
- The loud friends that stay over
- The yelling during football games
- The “leftovers” in the toilet
- The beer cans that never get to the recycling bin
- The dirty dishes
- The mess on the counter tops
- The dirty floors
- The full trashcans
- The inability to buy trash bags or dish soap
- When they bring their girlfriends over and don’t clean while they’re over
- The ability to ignore a CO detector alerting that the batteries are low
- The ability to eat other peoples food
- And finally the ability to drink old milk or eat stale cookies
I wonder if gay men are better to live with?
I’m gay and do most of these things. I’m also, oddly, looking for a roommate.
Because the individual mandate is unconstitutional and not severable, the entire Act must be declared void. This has been a difficult decision to reach, and I am aware that it will have indeterminable implications. At a time when there is virtually unanimous agreement that health care reform is needed in this country, it is hard to invalidate and strike down a statute titled “The Patient Protection and Affordable Care Act.”
…It is difficult to imagine that a nation which began, at least in part, as the result of opposition to a British mandate giving the East India Company a monopoly and imposing a nominal tax on all tea sold in America would have set out to create a government with the power to force people to buy tea in the first place.” —
From the decision handed down by Florida Federal District Court judge ROGER VINSON essentially striking down the new healthcare reform law, ruling part of it unconstitutional.
Dear Judge Vinson: I’m not a lawyer, but tea and healthcare, with all due respect, are NOT THE SAME FUCKING THING.
I’ll agree with the judge here. While tea and healthcare are different items. Liberty is not. Mandating a citizen to purchase private sector healthcare was a flawed strategy.
This should have been done as universal healthcare and not a hat tip to the insurance corporations who now act as death/life panels.
Will declare victory if the SC rules the individual mandate unconstitutional. All those “repeal” calls will be nightmares come true. And for once, the Tea Party will have made a cogent point about the Constitution.
ha. This post is also my: I wish the legion or so of liberals I follow would stop moaning about this ruling.
The tea baggers are all talk. There will be a deal reached on this because an individual mandate is the only way to actually bring down health care costs, besides stupid gimmicks. this ruling should be seen as a good thing. the bill was inadequate and should be improved and here is the chance.
Health care companies are radically re-structuring to accommodate the new rules -and the millions of new customers- they will be very unhappy if a cold repeal were to happen simply reverting rules to 2009 like nothing happened.
Even if it were to happen, were I Democratic challenger I would LOVE to campaign on Republicans exploding Medicare by $700B, and how my opponent cheered our bankruptcy. not to mention how my opponent thinks sick people shouldn’t be allowed to have health care- it may start to resonate when 30 million people are abruptly removed from coverage.
This is, assuming Kennedy is going to vote with the conservatives and repeal the bill. the tea baggers may want to play craps but I don’t think BCBS wants to play craps. Most big companies I have worked for don’t like playing craps with real money. If they even decide to hear the case. or if one of them hasn’t died and Obama replaced them.
Muppetpants, Samestuff and I watched Behind Enemy Lines 3 last night. Was that what living on the base in Virginia was like
is this a question?
On my ship in early 2000’s, we did not have cable. the Hollywood liberals have a deal with the military to let them show films on closed circuit TV, and they would send us a dozen movies every week or so. I recall when Behind Enemy Lines was one of them and we probably watched it a ton. Hollywood doesn’t hate the military enough to send us direct to DVD films despite what people say.
In my berthing (think a barracks but on a ship), we usually had a pretty big library of movies and we had lots of laptops and video games and halo tournaments with some other berthing.
We watched a lot of straight porn too, and NC-17 shit like Caligula.
is that some kind of gay code?
No, it was part of our training on chem/bio weapons. basically they put all 80 of my bootcamp division in a room with the instructor who has a full body chem/bio suit on. we don our gas masks and he opens a tear gas canister.
out of the 80, probably 2 or 3 didn’t have their masks sealed so they start gagging and screaming and run out of the room. They get to do it again.
the instruction is to enable you to trust your equipment (probably the gayest part). once this has been done, they usually want you to experience being gassed so you will always wear your gas mask properly. he would take each rank of us and have you pull your mask off and sing Anchors Away.
It’s kind of hilarious. everyone gets a few notes out and then your mucus membranes start pumping and your face explodes in tears and snot. I’d say a third puke up lunch. eventually it hurts so bad you run for the door.
outside, thankfully, they turned on a fire hose which you gladly put your face in.
the gas soaks in your clothes and is nasty as fuck.