“I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited.”—Sylvia Plath
I just remembered in like the 3rd grade I had a thing for metal detectors. shut up. anyway, it was a cute little one that from the discovery channel brand.
One day I took it out for a spin in the front yard and after some excited beeping, I drove my butter knife into the ground to remove some grass and after a few tablespoons of dirt, I found a silver pendant.
Now, when I was 9 I don’t think I realized the significance of what it was. “Why would you want a pendant of a triangle with a circle in the middle with a line through it?”
DEATHLY HALLOWS. I’m magical, you guys. I’m like Cho Chang but not a stupid bitch.
Ros Sereysothea was a famous romantic ballad singer during the final years of Cambodia’s Sangkum Reastr Niyum and the Khmer Republic. Sothea never sang under any one record label and made a modest living as a musician. Details of her life are relatively scarce and her fate during Democratic Kampuchea remains a mystery.
As a high profile individual and a musician, she was a prime candidate for extermination during Pol Pot’s regime.
After she was discovered hiding in the countryside, she was forced by Pol Pot to marry one of his assistants in 1977 and was forced to exclusively perform songs for the new regime. Her new marriage was an unhappy one marred by physical abuses. Eventually the disputes got out of hand and the Khmer Rouge cadre of her village decided she was more trouble alive. She was told that she and her family would be moved to another village and she was last seen by survivors departing by ox cart. She then disappeared under typically mysterious circumstances and is almost certainly dead. Some accounts believe that she died from being overworked in a Khmer Rouge agricultural camp. Another account even says that she was still alive when the Vietnamese invading forces arrived in Phnom Penh in 1979 but died of malnutrition shortly after in a hospital.
It’s weird because I know everything she’s saying.
For lunch, I wanted to bake some of them chicken wangz that we have in the freezer. To my dismay, they are completely stuck together and I can’t just throw in the football shaped clump into the oven so I must wait for them to thaw. I’m a fighter and I’ll wait. My brother? Not so much.
Bro: I can’t get them out either. Isn’t there a lasagna thing in the back? DIBS! *I pass by his room 5 minutes later and the smell of settling nearly overpowers the psuedo-italian* Me: YOU GAVE UP. YOU GAVE UP ON THE DREAM. CHICKEN WANGZ 4 LYFE.
yo mama’s so fat that she took a look at her life and realized she wanted a change so she joined a dieting group and started eating better and exercising more and she got down to her goal weight and now looks and feels better than ever and its very inspirational good for her