spontaneous drinks with liz, mike, kennedy, ben, and sam last night. best night in a long time. stories of old senate races and bolivian soccer teams. liz spitting out her beer. the eh/nyb gang and our killer gang sign. not feeling great this morning. worked from bed. bucks of star. office. ngp hell. county chairmen conf call. policy papers. chipotle. terrible idea.
From Heathers…
1) it’s one thing to want someone out of your life, but it’s another thing to serve them a wake-up cup full of liquid drainer.
2) my parents wanted to move me into high school out of the sixth grade, but we decided to chuck the idea because i’d have trouble making friends, blah blah blah. now blah blah blah is all i ever do. i use my grand iq to decide what color lip gloss to wear in the morning and how to hit three keggers before curfew.
3) well, fuck me gently with a chainsaw. do i look like mother teresa?
4) i don’t patronize bunny rabbits.
5) our love is god. let’s go get a slushie.
below are the top 5 lines from the best show ever on television…
it’s not the thing you fling, it’s the fling itself.
rain usually makes me feel mellow: curl up in a corner time, slow down, smell the furniture. today… it just makes me feel wet. what is it about owning things? why do we feel the need to own what we love, and why do we become such jerks when we do? we’ve all been there, you know: we want something; we own it; and by owning it we change it. when you finally win that girl of your dreams, the first thing you do is try to change her. that little thing she does with her hair, the way she wears her clothes, the way she chews her gum. until eventually, what you like, what you don’t like, and what you change all merges into one. like a watercolor in the rain.
all we are, basically, are monkeys with car keys.
i’m very happy with myself. i have no need to go slumming in your persona.