I stared up at the sky and raised my middle finger, just in case God was watching. I don't like being spied on.
Is it sad that my first thought happened to be: Thank God I'm off the treadmill.
Please, I'd love to meet the guy you couldn't handle, and give him and award.
You again,” she said, and she did not sound happy. “I know,” the warrior replied with a heartfelt sigh. “You’re so lucky to see me twice in one day. You’re honored by my presence, yada, yada, heard it all before. Let’s just move on, shall we. I don’t handle fawning very well.
I'm not mad, though," Kat said. "You lied to me, and I lied to you. We're even. " Finally he lost the grin. "When did you lie?" She gave him a Sweet'N Low smile, as if his amusement had been poured into her. "Every time we messed around. I didn't actually enjoy myself, if you know what I mean.
Words without action mean nothing. I’ll show you.
Bomb', Reyes said, not bothering to look up. 'One of ours?' Maddox insisted. . . 'Hardly. I know better than to blow myself up,' Reyes sighed.
Attacking me and women who use contraception by calling us prostitutes and worse cannot silence us.
Over-diversification is a hedge for ignorance.
TV shapes thought as surely as language shapes it.
I am going to get officers training to deescalate situations, ban racial profiling, and make body cameras available.