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Total Randomness
aaah the random
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“I can’t believe you’re here!”
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I went to a Gamestop to turn in a Playstation 2 slim that I had put towards a full preorder of Bayonetta for my brother to go with the 360 I bought him.
I noticed this raggedy looking kid that was poking around, looking real excited, and he turns to his mom, who’s wearing a grey sweatshirt with cigarette burns and grey sweatpants, obviously super poor. The kid goes “Oh wow, mom, look how cool this one looks!” and he picks up a copy of Gitaroo Man, for the PS2. I was pretty impressed, because that’s probably my second favorite game of all time.
His mom says, pretty gruffly, “That don’t look like it’ll fit in your Gameboy. That’s what we came here to get.” I guess they were Christmas shopping early. It made me kinda sad because the kid looked to be maybe 9 or 10, and he didn’t believe in Santa anymore. The kid looked kinda sad and put it back, then started staring at which GBA game he wanted.
I’ve been pretty depressed for the last couple weeks, but I was kinda happy that this was something I could do something about. So, I did. I turned around and bought the copy of Gitaroo Man, Metal Gear Solid 3 and Gungrave: Overdose (some of my favorite games) then I handed him the bag full of everything, the PS2, the two controllers I had with it and the games. He looked at me and asked why I did and told him, “Because Santa sent me.” And then I looked up at his mom and his mom was crying, and that made me cry, and I left Gamestop a blubbering mess.
Felt fucking great, man.
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Haley: So, how’d you do it, Rach?
Rachel: Do what?
Haley: Don’t play dumbass with me. You stole that test, and I wanna know how you did it. Did you steal my key while I was in the hospital? Yeah, I bet you did, didn’t you? You know I could’ve spent my time tutoring someone that actually needed it, and now I’m not gonna have that opportunity again thanks to you.
Rachel: Whatever.
Haley: So.. [throws drink in Rachel’s face] That’s for getting me fired. [slaps her]And that’s for trying to sleep with my husband.
Rachel: Bitch, you are lucky you’re pregnant.
Haley: Honey, you’re lucky I’m pregnant. I think it’s time you get your insecure, cheating, skank ass out of this house, right now.
Rachel [starting to push Haley]: You bit…
Skills [interrupting, grabbing Rachel]: Yo, ma, I think it’s time for you to leave. [Rachel leaves] Told you I got the kid’s back.
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Notes &
Favorite Peyton Sawyer Moments | #6
Again, just the way she is in this entire episode – so raw, honest, and broken. I could expound forever, but that’s my feelings in a nutshell. The scene in this episode where you can see the tear falling down her cheek is my absolute favorite. And then of course, “You’re always saving me.” “Somebody’s got to.” “If I say I love you right now will you hold it against me?” GAH, CAN I JUST CRY FOREVER AT THAT?
“We had a snow day. Sixth grade, do you remember? It was like this whole other world just came in overnight and took ours away. Brooke, she came over and we made a snowfort… with a tunnel. And we stayed in there all day. It seemed so safe, like everything was okay. Like everything our world was about to become, maybe we could just stop it and stay little kids for one more day. But then it got cold, kinda like now. They’re gonna come now. All of them. The reporters and the psychologists and the analysts. And the so-called experts. And they’re gonna try and make sense of this. But they’re not gonna be able to. And even if we do make it out of here, we’re always gonna carry it with us. It’s never gonna be the same.”
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Fun in the sun with Elizabeth Taylor.
Do you know all those ads on TV telling you the Gulf Coast is safe? Do you know those BP commercials telling you they care about their employees, that they’ve cleaned up the spill? Well, here’s a video of a woman who was a one of the thousands of clean-up crew members…
Her body is now degenerating rapidly. She’s lost feeling in her right arm, and severe neurological/nerve damage is starting to cause uncontrollable facial twitching. Her fellow clean-up crew friends are dying. This is heartbreaking and will make you sick to your stomach, but we all need to demand the media and government and BP acknowledge the true horror of this situation.
If EVERY person on Tumblr who saw this (yes, you) reblogged and posted it on facebook, it will become a huge, national news story. The mainstream media will have no choice but to make it one. PLEASE. This is not about getting reblogs or followers or hits, this is about our country, our world, and our race. This is a mother who tried to service our entire country by agreeing to clean-up OUR Gulf Coast, and she is now losing her life as a result.
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We don’t say “dating,” we say “talking.” Instead of saying “we’re in a relationship,” we say “we’re a thing.” We forgot “making love” and learned to say “fucking.” It’s no wonder our generation doesn’t know the meaning of commitment.
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It’s clear to me now that I have been moving toward you and you toward me for a long time. Though neither of us was aware of the other before we met, there was a kind of mindless certainty bumming blithely along beneath our ignorance that ensured we would come together. Like two solitary birds flying the great prairies by celestial reckoning, all of these years and lifetimes we have been moving toward one another.
