This fascinates me. Look at that ONE yellow (soda) county in the middle of the map. LOL. You guys are keepin’ it real.
Oregon likes to pop it and lock it!
…that was pretty terrible. Anyway.
~*~POP 4 LYFE~*~
The pop v. soda battle was fierce at my college, and I was always the only one who said “coke” and whenever I would suggest that as a good compromise between the camps people would boo me and throw paper like I was Joel McHale on Community saying I was agnostic (the lazy man’s atheist). In other news, why didn’t I know any other southerners in college? God.
Washington Post: For a look outside presidential bubble, Obama reads 10 personal letters each day.
Nothing good ever came in the mail. Ever since Cline voided her Cosmopolitan subscription last year, the aluminum box had become the sole territory of Jennifer Cline, not Jen. Each day brought hospital bills, credit card statements and “URGENT” financial notices — the reminders of a life in disarray.
She walked out to the porch on a freezing weekday in January, feeling nauseated from the latest round of chemo, or maybe from the diet of scrambled eggs and Twizzlers, which had become the only foods she could keep down.
Inside the box was a big yellow envelope, stamped first class from the White House, and Cline immediately thought: How did I get in so much trouble that now the president is involved?
She opened the envelope to find two pieces of cardboard taped together. Protected in between was another envelope, much smaller, and inside that envelope was a notecard adorned with the presidential seal.
Cline remembered the letter she had written to Obama three weeks earlier, and her hands started to shake. She carried the notecard into the kitchen and held it under the light: cursive handwriting, a grammatical error and small smudges of black ink.
Was it real? She thought so. She started to laugh, then scream.
“Jennifer,” the letter began, and this one was not from a bill collector.
Elliot: If that sniper hadn’t beaten you to it… I know you would have taken that shot, Olivia.
Olivia: No, I wouldn’t have. Did you really expect me to? Did you really expect me to cause your death? What about your kids?
Elliot: I don’t know. I just couldn’t get that boy out of my head.
Olivia: [softly] What about me?
Elliot: Look, we both chose each other over the job. We can never let that happen again. Otherwise… we can’t be partners.
Olivia: I can’t believe you’re saying that.
Elliot: Look, you and this job are about the only things that I’ve got got anymore. I don’t want to wreck that. I couldn’t take it.
Law & Order: SVU 7.19 - “Fault”
This episode kept me watching this abortion of a show for about three years after the point when I should’ve quit. And even so, I sort of feel like all the TURN ON THE SUNs and monkeys in basketballs were worth it.