it’s freezing out. single digits, negative digits, whatever. but honestly, sluts never get cold. even in this weather, they can wear leggings with skirts, or just skirts. and some revealing skimpy top. oh, and a pair of ugg boots. and they’re still not cold.
“If I wake up in the morning and I don’t want to get you a coffee or if I don’t see you for a week and I don’t want to go figure out something to FedEx you, then we’ve got a problem. You can fake the words I miss you, but you can’t fake getting someone a book.”—
Cool feature on the New York Times website today… “A look at the language of presidential inaugural addresses. The most-used words in each address appear in the interactive chart below, sized by number of uses.”
“But the really good news, as I see it, is that we might reverse-engineer an anti-love potion, a vaccine preventing you from making an infatuated ass of yourself.”—Anti-Love Drug May Be Ticket to Bliss, NYTimes.com
“Hello babies. Welcome to earth. It’s hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It’s round wet and crowded. Outside, babies, you’ve got about 100 years and there’s only one rule that I know of, babies. God damn, you’ve got to be kind.”—
“I don’t know what’s in store, but I know he cares about me. Don’t you love when you pass that threshold of liking someone to genuinely caring about them?”—Maria, best friend who lives in Africa right now
“May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.”—