This is years of training. This is hour after hour of blood, sweat, and tears. This is the result of honing a skill to a knife-edge. This is dedication to craft. This is MIND over MATTER, baby!
I'll bet she went out the back door. I'll bet she is catching a flight to Rio, escaping all her responsibilities, leaving it to the state to pay for my upbringing. I'll bet she never loved me.
We're not as silly as we seem. I, for example, care deeply about a myriad of cultural and political issues.
For instance, it's going to be a long road before we find out whether Pelosi knew about waterboarding, or whether the CIA was just up to its usual subterfuge in regard to cross-branch disclosure of se
Ran out of room, didn't you, you pretentious bitch?
I'm wearing a green rag-skirt dress with ebony collar and buttons by Vera Wrong, with hair by Vidal Suxone.
And I am dressed today by Busty Johnston in a kelly-hued squareneck midsleeve tunic with a Roman centurion-inspired hemline, and my hair is by Hosey Eber.
This does not end here. You can't just leave me to die.
You'll never get away with this. I am a well-loved person! I will be missed! They will hunt you to the ends of the earth, you godless piece of excrement! VENGEANCE WILL BE MINE FROM BEYOND THE GRAVE!
Report, Corporal Zennzyk - were you succesful in your assigned verbal correspondence with the Earth - Leader?
Negative. The Earth - Leader is attending an important meeting of other Earth-Leaders concering the plight of the planet. I did, however, glean valuable information from his appointed emissary.
Surrender said information so that I might alert the mighty Xrxyl and begin the disseminiation and debriefing process.
Ms. R. called and said she can't be home til at least ten o'clock. I called everyone I know and no one's free. I have to stay with the kid. I am so bummed. but I'll have to survive just this once.