Or, ‘Holy Kleenex, Batman, it was right under our nose and we blew it!’
—Karen Marie
I return my attention to the situation at hand and realize Reality—the impatient bitch—has made my decision for me. She does that a lot. You get busy planning your life, then it has the nerve...
Shut up. Don’t make me tell you again.”We shut up, which I find hysterically funny.
Oh, I see. As long as you didn’t kill her, kill her, then that’s okay.
I’m unhappy because ‘X’ happened to me yesterday, or I’ll be happy again when ‘Y’ happens to me tomorrow.” He says time is the ultimate villain.
She doesn’t beg to speak, or do anything else. You can lock her up, down, and sideways and it’s never going to happen.”I beam at him. I had no idea he thought so highly of...
Imagine a delicious glass of summer iced tea.Take a long cool sip. Listen to the ice crackle and clink.Is the glass part full or part empty?Take another sip.And now?
—Vera Nazarian
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