maybe saying that giving up the college of your dreams to be with you family, is a sweet notion. i don't think it's right for you. they will be fine, they, for the most are grown, and have taken care of themselves before. they don't need their daughter sacrificing her wants, and care-free happiness, to be with them. they are strong.

bam!

"You wanna know what your problem is? MTV, Playboy, and Madison fucking Avenue. Yes. Let me explain something to you, OK? Girls with big tits have big asses, girls with little tits have little asses. That's the way it goes. God doesn't fuck around, he's a fair guy. He gave the fatties big, beautiful tits and the skinnies little, tiny niddlers. It's not my rule. If you don't like it, call them... Oh, guys, look what we have here. (She picked up and looked at a Penthouse Magazine) Look at this, your favorite. Oh, you like that?...Yeah, that's nice, right? Well, it doesn't exist, OK. Look at the hair. The hair is long, it's flowing, it's like a river. Well, it's a fuckin' weave, OK? And the tits, please! I could hang my overcoat on them. Tits, by design, were invented to be suckled by babies. Yes, they're purely functional. These are silicon city. And look, my favorite, the shaved pubis. Pubic hair being so unruly and all. Very key.

This is a mockery, this is a sham, this is bullshit. Implants, collagen, plastic, capped teeth, the fat sucked out, the hair extended, the nose fixed, the bush shaved...These are not real women, all right? They're beauty freaks. And they make all us normal women with our wrinkles, our puckered boobs - hi Bob - our cellulite, feel somehow inadequate. Well, I don't buy it, all right? But you fuckin' mooks, you think if there's a chance in hell that you'll end up with one of these women, you don't give us real women anything approaching a commitment. It's pathetic. I don't know what you think you're gonna do. You're gonna end up eighty-years old, drooling in some nursing home, then you're gonna decide, it's time to settle down, get married, have kids? What, are you gonna find a cheerleader?...

Look at Paul. With his models on the wall, his dog named Elle McPherson. He's insane. He's obsessed. You're all obsessed. If you had an ounce of self-esteem, of self-worth, of self-confidence, you would realize that as trite as it may sound, beauty is truly skin-deep. And you know what, if you ever did hook one of those girls, I guarantee you'd be sick of her... No matter how perfect the nipple, how supple the thigh, unless there's some other shit going on in the relationship besides the physical, it's gonna get old, OK? And you guys, as a gender, have got to get a grip. Otherwise, the future of the human race is in jeopardy."

-Rosie O'Donnell (in Beautiful Girls)

i'm going to do amazing things one day, like help people. even if it means being poor. as long as i'm happy. i'm going to be friends with people, even if they aren't christians, i'm going to be friends with them even if they never want to be. that's what i'm going to do what are you going to do?

i tried to tumble. it was not enjoyable., i was expecting for it to be magnificent, but tumbling is painful.

sometimes i want you to have a nightmare or a panic attack. so you'll talk to me, in the middle of the night.

ok... 
i think i'm going to try this new thing called honesty. 
but seriously, i'm going to be honest about everything

it's simple
our love is like a vinyl, it's fragile. 
it wears out easily.
it's outdated, and yet people want it so much.
i love you, like you wouldn't believe.

he doesn't say much... but when he does people listen, they know to. he always has something profound to say. but then it'll change, everything will change. they will turn on him. they will forget.

its like little house on the prairie, but imagine everyone starved to death...
yes he went there, but it's like what happens when you get two sexually passive people in a room, nothing. and yes you've seen me with hardly any clothes on, but i'm glad you look past that long enough to say i love you. what are you favorite things?
    and this is my brain...?

dear you,
i'm sorry about your baby, even though it's been like a month, and i just found this out. sweetie i remember i had the biggest crush on you. but anyway, i think you're sweet, and so brave. and this wonderful woman, who can still take on the whole world. i hope things work out, and that you get everything out. i think this tragedy that you went though will help you in the long run. you are a good friend.

in between the fires and the floods we get about ten good days

on a different note-
i really do like you. i only say i don't, because i don't think you feel the same way. no one wants to be that kid who can't get over that one girl. it's a little pathetic.

in the real though.
What the hell? i thought we singed a fricking contract. and what, you've done it 8 fucking times?  i love the both of you, and i don't have a problem with sex. but listen, that not ok sweetie. in your car too? come on, both of you are better than that. and what if you really are pregnant? what is your mom going to say? i understand the condom broke, you can't do anything about it. and when he was telling us, i had to calm her down. and say "sex happens" "it could be worse" "guys it's not that big of a deal" well shit!! it really is, isn't it? i know, i have no room to speak, because if i was in that situation i wouldn't own my v-card anymore either. but it's none of my business.

and you reading it's none of your business either.

hey
hi!
so... listen, i want to tell you something
ok, what is it?
i love you, you know that...
yeah, hey...
no, but i think i like really...
i really  love him, you know he just has the something i've been looking for.
oh... yeah i see what you mean, he is really nice...