When I see a button nose it makes me so ill that I just have to throw up in my mouth.
Mother, please. I know you’re upset but I hope you’ll understand.
She was eating boiled potatoes and some sort of dried fish. Gross. Damn. It was like 10:00am.
Omg you took pictures of me?
Boston? Is that in Massachusetts?
ABG? I think one of my friends interned there last summer.
How am I supposed to function in a space with the characteristics of a space such as this space here?
Everything will have been nothing when it is all over. You must do to be. Yes, I will go to Penn Chinese Theatre's fall show.
Proudly, I #runondunkin
Why is it that when you kiss him you can forget your name?
The States are most United in their shared touch starved-ness: the source of all health woes.
Perhaps whatever plastic surgery the keypad of this turnstile got is what fixed all of its problems, and maybe that can be a metaphor for me as well – who will be the plastic surgeon to my heart?
The horror, goddam the horror.
I had many laughs.
Is he trying to get a referral to work in asset management, or is he trying to manage her assets?
Come on bro. No way you can tell me you’re proud of that stream.
What you never hear these medicated girls say is, “It’s time to eat a little Something Something!”
I showered today. I’m wearing clothes that have been washed within the past five business days. Where is my praise?