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I have entered the wondrous and voyeuristic world of Twitter.
Yeah, long time no see, yadda yadda.
Being the quirky eccentric that I am, I make my new year’s resolutions in September.
And being the modest, humble, down-to-earth and unassuming person that I am, I’ve made only two so far. Here they are:
- (finally) learn German. I’ve been saying this for five years at least, but hey, I keep trying.
- get more translation work and less editing/copy editing. ‘Cos it’s funnier, and more creative. And I get my name printed on the copyright page.
Orlando Sentinel – We’ll always have Paris… by Rebecca Swain Vadnie
The book most often left behind in hotel rooms is Paris Hilton’s Confessions of an Heiress. But the most tragic part of this story is these hotels donate lost books to hospitals and charities. What did the sick and needy ever do to them to deserve such a fate?
Mwahahaha. I read Hilton’s book while sitting in an armchair at my local bookshop, a few months ago. Hours of fun. Well, twenty minutes, then I got bored. But I need a Swarowski-encrusted mobile phone. Like, now!
Hey. Be back soon.
Every man can educate himself. It’s shameful to put one’s mind into the hands of those whom you wouldn’t entrust with your money. Dare to think for yourself.
Voltaire
(Now with punctuation.) Oh fuckety fuck. How much worse does it have to get, before it starts getting better? My back is killing me, my head aches, I have no motivation, no drive. I’m wrapped in one big, messy bundle of uncouthness. Can’t be more specific, not until next week. I can’t even count the days till December, doesn’t bear thinking about. What’s a girl to do? Just get up each morning, drown her sorrows in something that vaguely resembles coffee, try and keep a smile on her face, try not to be swamped by the enormity of it all.
All this, what for? Don Quixote, windmills and all that jazz. If I’m still where I am now in a year’s time, just shoot me.
Here’s what I bought:
L-R: Zara cardi, Bershka handbag and court shoes, Zara sandals. All for under 90 euros.
Now, I’m not one to suffer fools gladly. And once again, today, I have collected proof that your average Italian will grab any opportunity to deliberately ignore a law, a custom, a common decency.
All of the American websites we contacted linked to BadTaste and our story on the alleged filming in Italy; even Leaky, who chose not to answer our email but to contact WB directly (and that goes to their credit!), actually took the time to link to us properly when debunking the rumours.
Of which I, while still being a delusional H/Hr shipper blah blah blah, am grateful.
Then we got linked by just about every other HP website in Italy.
No, sorry, I phrased that badly. All other Italian sites reported our news, and some of them didn’t link to us or cite us in any way.
At BadTaste, we make a point to cite ALL sources religiously, because, as I said, it’s common decency. It was one of our readers, the lovely Whaks, who alerted me to that article in the newspaper. I think he deserves credit.
My 2 cents. Feel free to hurl abuse at me, for all I care.
Link: the latest HP news at BadTaste, in English and Italian
Why do I always get drunk on Sunday nights, only to regret it on Monday morning?
