30 September 2009
3 september: a revue
"the thing is, she is very, um... dutch. like, harsh and northern."
"we had dinner a mere two nights ago so i've spent the whole day trying to remember if we hugged at all and if i might be unknowingly infected."
"was the response to your boobs comment acceptable?"
"i'm just hanging out here, living the pooh-bear life."
"please don't turn into a lush. i can only deal with one alcoholic at a time."
"it may be a brick wall, yes, but i'm going to label it 'dreaming.'"
"they are new and different and croftie swore they don't give me cow calves."
"granted the first time, only Jesus knew i was pregnant..."
"because i am a sicko, i can't help but wonder exactly how old this blood is. is it like a tree where you can count the rings?"
"how sad is it that i’m 28 years old, and my mom is coming over to clean my room?"
"as the girl who spent last weekend sharing a bed with her mother rather than her boyfriend, i do not find that sad at all."
"this is providential busyness is what it is."
"you girls smoke cigars?"
“and i guess this is the point we have to accept that ed westwick is a fool and chuck bass lives in our imaginations, because really only a douche would get such stupid tatoos.”
"watch the wedding date. because as long as there are male prostitutes, then there is a chance for love."
"you don’t live somewhere officially until you’ve slept and pooped there."
"no time like the present to get shit done."
"but for a while before all that happened, i really did feel quite jackie o."
"there's just something about melted cheese on bread and melted chocolate on brownies."
"if i were a uterus, i'd totally be panicking right now."