IF YOU ARE NOT [HARDCORE] THEN YOU HAVE TO DRINK CHAI AND PLAY THE BONGOS.
(thank you, mister cardhouse)
Tiaras are tired. And maribou? Meh!
Cool girls* play dress-up as their 100-years-hence selves.
Extra-cool teachers encourage them.
This story is so much better without the [German] text: while wrought like so much precious fiction, the end is most unsatisfying.
[...] Iraqi political and business leaders [express] skepticism that any effort to transform a system of state-owned enterprises that has fallen so far into dysfunction could become an engine for job creation in Iraq. Among the economic measures under consideration is new support for a program that allows local American military commanders to finance small reconstruction projects.
This is my husband. His name is the Berlin Wall and he was born on August 13, 1961.
I expect you've heard of him; he is quite a celebrity. He lives in Berlin.
My husband's job was to divide East and West Berlin.
It's very difficult, as feelings are always very hard to explain.