annanotbob2's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Blah I've unfriended and unfollowed all the political causes on my pages. There's more sorrow and injustice in this world than a person can bear to know about. Jane Austen didn't have to put up with this, this endless drip-feed of nightmares, real nightmares happening to real people. I'm done, me. I am now an official armchair, theoretical feminist, socialist. No longer a crusader for truth and justice. Fuck you, wider world, I'm out of here. I have come across the word creativeness twice today - gasp, the spell-check hasn't picked it up as wrong! WTF? What happened to creativity? OK, I just looked it up and it's there, even in my 1970s Chambers as an alternative. But it's an ugly word, surely? I have nothing to say, really. I believe this is what is known as phatic communication, in that it is prompted by a desire to communicate rather than a thought to be shared. So I'll be fucking off then. Buenas noches, amigas 12:04 a.m. - 20.12.12 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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