…I learned to keep a set of (vegetable) stock answers at my disposal for all queries about my diet.
Most of your shoes are made of leather or suede. Why is that?
“Because I’m not going to eat my boots, that’s why. There’s a big difference between stepping on something and making it a part of you. I’m not going to eat sidewalk either.”
What do you mean “no meat”? No chicken? No lobster?
Potatoes have eyes and you eat those.
I just stumbled upon an ad from my previous internship on craigslist and they are looking for a new design intern. It is almost the exact same ad I applied to myself 5 months ago. This must be what it would be like to see an ex use the same pickup line on some unwitting piece of fresh meat that intially won you over (with a
little lot of help from hormones and desperation). Oh, how I pity the fresh meat.
It’s simply a matter of understanding what people want. When it’s revealed what they yearn for, you instantly attain the advantage. Fortunately for you, the wily strategist, people willingly give away this information without any hesitation. If they do happen to keep their lips sealed, worry not, their actions will generally reveal it within a matter of time. This strategy is guaranteed success until the contender figures out your own desires. Best way to keep those secret: don’t know them yourself. A confused admirer is an ardent admirer.
How I missing having a Rhett Butler in my life. Once both players acknowledge the game, it can finally end. My own Rhett is coming to visit in 2 weeks (when I called him this to his face he immediately laughed and started calling me Scarlett, further proof that he indeed fits the part). We’ll see if he’s as cunning as I remember him to be. Ah, to meet a man who is both cunning and attractive! How fun it can make life!
This makes me so very happy. If you want to email me with more details: email@example.com. YAY! <3
I’m coming to see you soon so we can make vegan tuna for austin.
I had no other way to tell you, sorry.
Being able to speak of “your work”, whether in seriousness or jest, as something you need to “get back to”.
To pretend you’re in the same sort of category of people as Kurt Vonnegut (although certainly not the same class). Just his approach to art instills reverence in me.