The Myers Briggs Types as stupid George Bush quotes
ISFP: “I know the human being and fish can coexist peacefully.” –Saginaw, Mich., Sept. 29, 2000
ISTP: "I hear there’s rumors on the Internets that we’re going to have a draft.“ –presidential debate, St. Louis, Mo., Oct. 8, 2004
ENFP: “It’s time for the human race to enter the solar system.”
INFP: “I know what I believe. I will continue to articulate what I believe and what I believe – I believe what I believe is right.” –Rome, Italy, July 22, 2001
ESTJ: “This notion that the United States is getting ready to attack Iran is simply ridiculous. And having said that, all options are on the table.”
INFJ: “I have made good judgments in the past. I have made good judgments in the future.“
ENTJ: "I’m the commander – see, I don’t need to explain – I do not need to explain why I say things.That’s the interesting thing about being president.” –as quoted in Bob Woodward’s Bush at War
ESTP: “To the C students, I say you too can be president of the United States.”
“They misunderestimated me.“ – Bentonville, Arkansas; November 6, 2000
INTJ: “I have opinions of my own – strong opinions – but I don’t always agree with them.”
ENFJ: “I just want you to know that, when we talk about war, we’re really talking about peace.” –Washington, D.C. June 18, 2002
ESFP: “One of the greatest things about books is sometimes there are fantastic pictures”– U.S. News & World Report, Jan. 3, 2000
ISTJ: “Our enemies are innovative and resourceful, and so are we. They never stop thinking about new ways to harm our country and our people, and neither do we.” –Washington, D.C., Aug. 5, 2004
ENTP: “Goodbye from the world’s biggest polluter.” –in parting words to world leaders at his final G-8 Summit, punching the air and grinning widely as those present looked on in shock, Rusutsu, Japan, July 10, 2008
INTP: “People that are really very weird can get into sensitive positions and have a tremendous impact on history.”
ESFJ:“I couldn’t imagine somebody like Osama bin Laden understanding the joy of Hanukkah.” –at a White House menorah lighting ceremony, Washington, D.C., Dec. 10, 2001
ISFJ: “Well, I think if you say you’re going to do something and don’t do it, that’s trustworthiness.”– CNN online chat, Aug. 30, 2000
<b></b> *me being in the hospital for some shitty muscle, so not for diabetes*<p/><b>Nurse:</b> So Kilian, time to check your bloodsugar<p/><b>Me:</b> ugh okay<p/><b></b> *checks*<p/><b>Nurse:</b> and?<p/><b>Me:</b> it's way too high, it is 21 mmol/l<p/><b>Nurse:</b> how many units would you normally inject for this?<p/><b>Me:</b> around 8 units<p/><b>Nurse:</b> well, since you are under our care, we need to ask the doctor first. Let me make a call, I'll come back to you<p/><b></b> *nurse calls and comes back*<p/><b>Nurse:</b> the doctor said to inject 2 units<p/><b>Me:</b> thats way to little. But I'll do that. Don't look weird if it doesn't really go down<p/><b></b> *nurse comes back to check my BS again*<p/><b>Me:</b> it it still above 15 mmol/l<p/><b>Nurse:</b> wooowww how is that possible? What happend? Did you eat anything? Did you really inject yourself 2 units?<p/><b>Me:</b> you know what happend?<p/><b>Nurse:</b> wellllll????<p/><b>Me:</b> people uncapable of understanding my body, force me to do whatever they think is right... so I'll inject whatever I want and you are gonna tell the doctor that.<p/><b></b> A doctor who I don't know, who doesn't know me, tells me to inject way too little insulin while I had diabetes for like 7 years. I know my body stupid fucks<p/></p>
nothin much to say just keepin my blog a classy place as always
I can see them as ex-Rockets assuming they joined for the recognition and then left once their differences with the upper management became too great (as they’re both very against abuse of Pokemon and all). Not completely sold on the idea or anything but it’s fun to draw
some of these ztans are honestly so embarrassing and hateful, they lack so much brain that they actually have the nerve to try and say that someone is a fake fan because they choose to be smart and not support their fave’s toxic relationship, which clearly hasn’t done him any good, it only makes him look like a fool over and over again, and it brings him more hate from people who aren’t fans for that. or they come at people for not having his album or book or merch because they can’t afford them or don’t have the means to purchase them. imagine being so delusional that you think these irrelevant things make you a fake or real fan. zayn would be embarrassed to know that these people claim to be his fans, and he actually is embarrassed because we all know how much he creeps on every platform. if you really think that not having something your faved put out makes you any less of a fan, you’re so wrong fam. zayn actually sent copies of his book to fans who said that they can’t afford it. do you think he thought ‘oh they’re not real fans if they’re not selling a kidney to buy my book’? no, definitely not. and accusing people of being fake for these reasons is completely pathetic. or trying to say that someone is fake because they rightfully call out their fave’s stupid behavior when he clearly needs to be educated and no, people are not throwing him hate, they’re just trying to teach him (or his stupid team) how disgusting, wrong and cringe worthy a tweet is. no one should ever feel like they’re not fan material for any of the above. get over yourselves.
You stared blankly at the flames dancing in the fireplace. Something didn’t quite sit right with you, making sleep nigh impossible. If you could determine exactly what it was, then perhaps you could banish the anxiety from your mind and actually get some rest. Drawing the blankets tighter around you, you stared harder into the fire. Maybe if you sat long enough, something would come to you. Or maybe you’d get tired and fall asleep on the couch.
“Are you okay?”
A deep, steady voice drew you from your contemplation. You looked away from the fire and in the general direction of the voice. You didn’t want to turn on any lights out of concern of waking him up, yet you could make out his figure in the dull yet warm glow of the fire.
“Yeah, I just… couldn’t get to sleep. What are you doing up, Dark?”
“The same reason that you’re up,” he responded, coming closer to take a seat beside you on the couch. Unfortunately, the vague answer prodded more at your anxiety and you began to have an idea of why you found sleep so evasive. “You looked deep in thought. Please continue. No need to stop on my account.”
You shook your head gently. “No, it’s okay.” You considered leaning onto Dark’s arm but something nagged at you to keep your distance. “I was just wondering what was keeping me up.”
“Oh?” Dark raised his eyebrows. “And have you figured it out?”
‘I suddenly feel endangered being near you’ didn’t sound like it would be a good answer so you just shook your head. “No. But it’ll be okay.”
You had never found it so difficult to say those words before.