When I was in college, I was sitting in my first floor dorm room on a spring evening warm enough to have the window open. I could hear two people walk by on the sidewalk, talking. The only part of their conversation I could make out was "Well, Babylon had a few good years."
Hope is the denial of reality. It is the carrot dangled before the draft horse to keep him plodding along in a vain attempt to reach it. We should remove the carrot and walk forward with our eyes open. -- Raistlin Majere
Girl 1: This white girl came up and got all up in my face about my hair!
Girl 2: Noooo, what did the bitch say???
Girl 1: She said that my hair looked different!
Girl 2: That bitch! How dare she talk to you about your hair! That is none of her business!
Girl 1: I know! She was acting all nice bout it but the comment was just totally uncalled for!