The “Captain America: Civil War” sides are chosen. It’s interesting to see Black Widow with Tony Stark and Hawyeye siding with Steve. Oh well let’s see what happens.
There is absolutely nothing I can say which will add a meaningful contribution to the debate that has arisen following the absurd and unnecessary deaths of two people in a car crash last week in Stirling. What can anyone possibly say that will make it better?
For those readers outside Scotland, the facts are this: their car skidded off a motorway and down an embankment last Sunday night. A member of the public who witnessed the crash reported it to Police Scotland immediately. For reasons which are yet to be determined, the call was not entered into Police Scotland’s recently centralised computer systems, and therefore, the report was not sent out to local police in the area. And so those two critically injured people sat trapped in that car, down that embankment, for three days. (It seems that the driver may have died on impact, which meant that his girlfriend…
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I don’t normally write this sort of thing it’s a tad too personal. Obviously it’s not been cured by using a quill. I wouldn’t want you to get the wrong impression either, being dyslexic is not the end of the world. Although it’s classed as a disability it’s a long way from being the worst. I would much rather be dyslexic than say blind or have muscular dystrophy. It hasn’t stopped me doing what I want in life, although I have had to work a lot harder because of it.
Those who are dyslexic can vary a great deal in how it affects them. I can read very well, in fact I read a lot. Occasionally I’ll skip a word and miss the sense of a sentence and have to re-read a few times until I’ve got it right. My biggest problem comes with spelling and hand writing. My hand…
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I have a home, it’s not like yours, there are no rooms,
If i am to have heat then it comes from the sun.
My bathroom rests not in one spot, it moves,
No air conditioner have i, the coolness comes from the night air.
My shower is not always working, at times i am not clean,
I have a bed, it is wherever i may lay.
My refrigerator is always empty, it’s a thing i do not own,
My sink is a bucket of water or a puddle i may find.
I own a television, it is all that i see,
It only turns off when asleep i may be.
There are no chairs, a sofa to rest upon,
My windows are the world, a roof, only what’s above me.
A yard i have extends very far,
Wherever i may be, nature is all around me.
My name is…
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Seriously? What the fuck is fuckable?? I don’t know if I can answer that question for you, but I can share my own experience.
When I was 19 or so, I was standing in a Starbucks in West Hollywood with a director, talking about the upcoming film we were about to shoot. It had been a long road, but we had finally made it. Waiting for our coffee, I could see that he seemed a bit uneasy. I asked him if everything was ok. He said yes. I didn’t believe him, so I asked him again. He looked at me and said “Heather, I’m sorry, we have to give your role to another actor. The producers don’t want you.” I didn’t understand. I had been attached to this project for two years, and now two weeks before filming, I’m being let go. I asked him why. He looked me dead…
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