Got any what?
What about six inches for true love AND professional success both? Jia, how did that question go unasked??
Glad to hear someone share my view that the intrusion on privacy security cameras impose might be justified for their function in protecting citizens from police.
Oh man, I was SO READY to become not just the President of the "Ironic Users of Lulu" Club, but also a member, but then C. found out I'd been using her FB account to log in. She was mad at me for a while, but it's okay because now she's moved on while I'll always have the memories of being asked to rate two male friends who are divorced from each other.
And also to rate my father-in-law. (As to whom I will go with #threedaystubble.)
I can't help asking if anyone has read "On Black Sisters Street" by Chika Unigwe, because I love it so much.
Haha oh man lemme tell you about the time the CPD smashed down my downstairs neighbor's door with a warrant for five figures in cash and a name no one had heard of! They did ransack the place from 12am to 2am, I presume looking for something to justify the raid after the fact, though, so it wasn't all wasted hahaha.
I suppose I should be glad that there weren't TV cameras in tow so there wasn't the need to shoot someone (maybe me??) for ratings!
There are a couple of admirable cops I've heard of in Chicago history, all of them black. Otherwise, I give everyone of any color the same advice about CPD: stay the fuck away.
Oh, I was thinking of the connection to life expectancy. A murdered 20-year-old brings the mean average down real fast. I see now that that thinking wasn't at all clear in my comment and I apologize.
If you're looking for depressing commentary, I could introduce you to my brother-in-law. He's an IHS doc and, for a tribal population of under 13,000, he sees at least one victim of violent crime in the E.R. every day.
Rarely shooting victims, though. Guns are everywhere, but tribal members almost always attack each other in other ways.
@I'm Right on Top of that, Rose
Yep, that's pretty much unavoidable any time there's eight of something.
Glad I'm not the only one who has trouble with sweaters. Just yesterday, I was stymied by one and had to ask for help, putting my arms up in the air like a toddler.