February 2012
30 posts
maryannartiste:
“Let me tell you a few things about regret, my darling. There is no end to it. You cannot find the beginning of the chain that brought us from there to here. Should you regret the whole chain, and the air in between, or each link separately, as if you could uncouple them? Do you regret the beginning which ended so badly, or just the ending itself?” — Janet Fitch, White Oleander....
i wish i was actually dumb so i wouldn’t have to play dumb just cover up the fact that my pride was hurt.
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JACK: Just to be clear, we're not making out. That would be social suicide.
LIZ: Like i even want to be here in this closet at this reunion. It's a nightmare.
JACK: A nightmare for whom, lemon?
LIZ: If these jagweeds don't want to get to know the nice new me, Then screw them and their rapidly yellowing teeth.
JACK: lemon, you really haven't changed, have you?
LIZ: Excuse me?
JACK: What happened when i told you geiss had screwed me over For the ceo job?
LIZ: Did you offer your help as a friend?
JACK: Or did you make some joke about me being impotent?
LIZ: Jeez, that was, like, eight hours ago. I was just, i don't know, cutting the tension.
JACK: Or, as always, were you hiding behind your sense of humor instead of engaging in a real way?
LIZ: Really, i'm the one that's hiding, Larry Braverman?
JACK: There it is, right there. When you feel threatened, you attack. That's why you're almost 40 and you're still alone.
LIZ: At least i'm not 50, alone, And sitting on 2,000 business cards For a job i'm never gonna get.
JACK: What did you say?
LIZ: Yeah. Your bags were delivered to my room by accident. Look what i found. You went to a printer, didn't you? You picked out a font. You paid extra for a rush order. It was your happy, little secret.
JACK: What are you doing? Why is she so mean?
“you pick up guys that are smart and funny. and they leave you for someone less...”
January 2012
44 posts
vanity →
upped my site again.
“When the pawn hits the conflicts he thinks like a king /What he knows throws the...”
– Fiona Apple (via my-sleeping-refuge)
