April 2009
28 posts
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6-word memoir of the day
Revenge is living well, without you. —Joyce Carol Oates
“Girls are so insane. We take one cross section of our life and think...”
– Erin to Sammy on her predictions.
“You know what happens when there’s too many rabbits? They SHOOT them.”
– Erin on sex. We had an interesting conversation tonight.
“I want to be in Harlem until it becomes the Lower East Side. I’ll be an...”
“You have to throw a little crazy into it, tell him you think you’re great...”
– Jacklyn on how to raise your self esteem
The Hipster Grifter: Be Afraid. Very Afraid. →
She’s an adopted Asian Mormon from Salt Lake City.
Enough to make me go, “Huh?”
Maybe that explains why she’s psycho [pretends she has cancer to win sympathy] -aggressively sexual [to sleep with guys and use them for money] - pathological liar [to accomplish the above + more, while running away from the law which has a warrant out for her arrest and removal from the state...
My boyfriend visits my family over Easter. Even...
Easter weekend includes the following: Boyfriend comes home for the weekend… 1. My mom-mom tells me my newly dyed hair looks horrible and I don’t speak practically the whole time. 2. Me, boyfriend, and Dad engage in over 1 hour of watching The Girls Next Door and their naked photo shoots. There was nothing else on? 3. Witnessing my younger brother take his girlfriend into his bedroom...
“I wish I could love you without you asking me not to squeeze too tight.”
“I’m going to tell you something really subverse. Love is everything it’s cracked...”
– Erica Jong (via gatekeeper) (via quote-book) (via loveishere) (via lovebot)
Save me. Please.
lovebot:
breathsoftruth: aodouls: hepburns:
You don’t have to save me, but you could try. You could help me become a better person. You could write down all the promises I make and hold me to them. You could pull me out of pearls and silk and satin and jewels and dress me up in the loose threads from every tie I’ve cut. You could make up a list of statistics and cliches, and you could teach me...
Believe.
lovebot:
breathsoftruth: justlia: jsth2breethe:
I believe in fairy tales. I believe there are pots of gold at the end of each rainbow. I believe in you. I believe in me. I believe life will get so much better than this.
Never stop believing.
I'll always love you, unless...
Me: We look the same as we did a year ago. Let's never age.
Christian: I will love you through the ages. Unless you dump me. Then I will crush you.
What the Hell Do I Twit About?
Asked to contribute to my work’s Twitter account. Don’t like Twitter. Decided to start personal account to get into the swing of it. Have nothing to say. “Erin is drinking Wawa coffee”, “Erin is reading about body weight workouts”, “Erin is thinking about becoming a certified yoga instructor because she lives in the Lehigh Valley and is bored out of her...
Twitter: Mandatory Office Policy. Twatting: Not...
Bossman: Erin, how do you feel about Twitter?
Me: I think it's dumb. I don't care about making soup, why would I want to read about my friend's making soup?
Bossman: We're thinking of maybe doing it here.
Me: What? Twatting?
Bossman: Um, no. I don't think we're allowed to do that.
Me: Please don't call HR
“Romance does not always have to be sensible. We’re all far too sensible these...”
– from today’s Barnes & Noble Review newsletter.
Tired of Arm's Length
“They say when you meet somebody new, not to get too excited. It probably won’t work out and you’re just setting yourself up for disappointment. Because really, even if everything lines up - you have similar interests, you’re looking for the same things out of a relationship at that point, you each have the same level of attractiveness - the dance is so intricate,...
