"You guys! Having fun is so mainstream!" But we were too indie to care.
in the end, nobody knew her by name. in the end, the only name by which she was known was "hitler's sister".
"This isn't solitaire! It's a company-wide, competitive solitaire tournament! You know, to boost morale!" "...You're still fired."
Every cloud has a silver lining; every star will burn you alive.
In all honesty, she just couldn't understand why an aching nipple made the flowers look so gorgeous.
Happy people are pacifists. Just ask them politicians.
Life is like solitaire: you never know when your game's gonna end, so why the hell are you spending it playing solitaire?
The last smudge of red rouge was smothered against her blue skin. Against the walls of her coffin, all she wanted to scream was that she'd always hated purple.
It doesn't matter how many layers of clothes I have on, I will always feel naked around you.
How could a number like 95 make her feel so young?
baking chocolate cookies couldn't change the world. but she still did it. both baking chocolate cookies and saving the world, that is.
he was known to use many a colorful string of curses, but this was a full-blown double rainbow of profanity.
'we're defining our generation,' she breathed, swallowing that last hint of smoke, as if every gem of cigarette was a raid against the universe.
--Patti, Christie, Julie, and lynn
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