She has a few other pictures including the obligatory middle class "I'm running a marathon" photo.
I was going to crop out my telephone icons and whatnot but the carrier is perhaps apt for this profile.
That's her MAIN photo. I'm pretty sure that it's about abortion and Google confirms this. She was probably up all night making that poster but you can still see that she started to run out of space on "choice" so the letters get smaller. Should have done a pencil sketch first. I bet she was so full of self-importance that she just did it with marker straight away.
And the written profile. That's the longest profile I've ever seen. I didn't even think it was possible. There's like a 450 character limit, I thought.
Also, man's name. Because she's a feminist, I guess. Everything that men have is better.
Total embarassment to the Land of Milk and Honey. I swiped left. It's a crazy person.
In other news, my neighbour investigation got some more evidence. Not much, sadly. The argument was going on for probably two hours but I only got the last ten minutes or so. Still, if it's part of a bunch of recordings this will be useful. It's just him yelling for ten minutes as usual.
My landlady's brilliant idea was to write a letter to everybody in the building asking them to quiet down. And that's it. I asked her not to do that. It would jeopardise my work. Plus, this lunatic would know that it's me complaining.
I didn't get the earlier part of the argument because I was taking a nap. I dreamt that I was blind and could only see with my glasses.
I was with my parents. There were four sets of train tracks that we had to cross and my vision was getting progressively worse. So I told my mother that I need to hold her arm to help me get across the tracks. My vision was all blurry. So I take her sleeve and we start walking but then I put my glasses on, my vision comes back, and I see three large locomotives coming toward me, two on the right and one on the left. So I pull back to the first (and empty) set of tracks. This caused my glasses to break.
I start yelling at my mother that she almost got me killed and what a terrible person she is. I go to my father and tell him what happened and that she broke my glasses and now I'm blind and I need his help to walk. He starts berating my mother for almost getting me killed.
Anyway, good real life parallels. My mother is indeed a horrible person, my father would berate her for instances of cruelty to me, he worked on the railroads, and I am going blind.
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