Today a friend showed me a picture from a party album on Facebook. One of the attendees was a girl who survived a horrific car crash this summer that put her through brain surgery and killed her friend.
This picture just makes me laugh so much. You’d think someone in her position would be doing productive, useful things with her life and carpe diem the shit out it.
But no.
Instead, she’s heading straight to surgery again. FOR HER LIVER.
lol.
“ I’m thankful for being able to laugh and be happy. If you’ve brought this into my life, then I’m thankful for you, too. ”
Dearest Cecilia, the story can resume. The one I had been planning on that evening walk. I can become again the man who once crossed the surrey park at dusk, in my best suit, swaggering on the promise of life. The man who, with the clarity of passion, made love to you in the library. The story can resume. I will return. Find you, love you, marry you and live without shame.
“The truth is I feel rather lightheaded and foolish in your presence, Cee, and I don’t think I can blame the heat.”
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I’m positive that I’m not the only one who feels this way.
Or maybe it has something to do with her name and song title looking like it spawned straight from Myspace circa 2003.
You know, after working at Denny’s for a year, I vowed never to work in the Food Industry again.
But I can work for this.
- you are wrong
- that was 1994
- fuck you
- fuck you
“ They have this one chant directed towards the police officers that goes: ‘You’re sexy, you’re cute, take off that riot suit’ and we were only able to make one officer smile. I think it was worth it. ”
Sherrie, protesting the tuition hike at UC Berkeley.
