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I could have easily crushed you. At no time did you outwit me or save yourself. If I wanted to I could have passed you by and let nature take its course, but I didn’t.
Sometimes I wonder why people could be so depressed. The world we live in is so amazing and beautiful, and we should all be thankful that we're in it.
How am I supposed to be stricken with deep-sea terror when I know Martin Brody is more likely to die by Range Rover than shark attack?
It's taken me a lot to get to this point: taking a poop on acid. For those of you who never intend to drop acid, this is what it means to poop while tripping: everything.
The problem with these controversies is that eventually everything will be played safe, no boundaries will be pushed, and old models that previously worked will be rehashed.
She spoke in sexy baby-talk, which I hated before, but with the adrenaline from holding a live grenade, it was the sexiest thing I'd ever heard.
Why do you cry? Because your eyes are still constantly producing tears after that one guy you met as a freshman in college.
I don’t know why I'm so plagued by regrets from my vocal history. It seems dreadfully unfair, and I'm not sure what I've done to deserve these demons.
It's not that I don't feel valued here, it's just that I want my value to be more externally expressed. I feel this place has gotten more life-affirming over the years.
Before I took the on line course at Farmington's, I was just like you. My punctuation stank: my syntax was out of whack: and my spelling was down write atrocious!
You must hate music to detach yourself from the hipster stigma. Scratch that. You can like stuff like Katy Perry or Ace of Base if it's not done so ironically.
You're just gonna roll up like some kind of rouge detective and start stealing my hard-earned, strategically buried nuts from their strategic hiding places? NO WAY.