When Harry Met Sally

"I love that you get cold when it's 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New Year's Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible." -Harry Burns

Why Would You Wish That On Me?

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Now I'm on Trial for What You Think I Said

“Two days ago I bought the orange juice and now there's none.”
“I haven’t had any at all, so it wasn’t me.”
“Nick?”
“Why do you always accuse me? I’ve only had two glasses. It was dad.”
“What? I only had a glass yesterday and that’s it.”
“Oh, so it was no-one. It just magically disappeared…”

Seriously, I think I’ve had that same “who drank all the juice” conversation one hundred times over and still there’s no lead on where the orange juice is going. Who really knows where anything is going at the moment?

I'm in a Sticky Situation

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He Reminded Me of Blue Denim

I want that denim shirt, and I want it now.

designer: http://platinumevil.blogspot.com/

I May be Lonely But I’m never Alone

“There’s only one star in the sky,” my mother said to me as we cruised along Burke rd. I took my eyes off the road and stared at the big blanket of black sky above horizon. There was only one star. “Maybe is cloudy?” but even in the dark you could see that there was no clouds. I continued to stare into the sky, confused. “What about over there? To the right of me” I gestured my head to the right, then realized I was swerving into the on-comming lane. “Just keep your eyes on the road. Plus that was only a street light.” I laughed at how stupid my mother thought I must be. “No! Over there. In the sky…Oh, it’s only a plane.”
This star was alone in the entire sky. Not even the moon accompanied it this night. Yet even though the sky looks bare, I know that there are more burning heaps of gases not too far away.

It Makes me Shiver to the Bone

Facebook status: [Insert certain girls’ name here] HAS STARTED THE PUNK PHASE OF HER LIFE, DOC MARTINS, RIPPED PANTS, NOSE RING SOON!

Can a person really just announce that they’ve decided to change society groups? Is it really that easy to don a pair of Doc Martins and consider yourself a true punk rocker. Or maybe cutting a hole in a pair of jeans makes someone look a little more roughed up, like they’ve been living the hard life.

The whole labels faze is always apparent. Maybe not as obvious as in those American movies that we all adore, but there is a big white sticker plastered across our foreheads that we cant see, because an individual is unable to decipher what everyone else sees. You may purposely tease your blond hair to look as though you’ve just rolled out of bed , stomp around in pair of brand spanking new doc martins, pierce your nose (much to your mothers disgust) and look at the picture of Courtney Love that you have blu-tacked to your mirror, but you cant label yourself. Labels are in the eye of the public.

“Love me a little,” he begged in my ear. “Love me, devushka, for we all going to die.”

-White Oleander by Janet Fitch