There’s a rule that says if you go home with someone, you shouldn’t sleep with them unless they have some books laying around. So I keep books laying around, books that I’ve never read.
(Source: bsolis2690)
Freshman
Sometimes, I still feel like a freshman on that first day of college trying to figure it all out. I still feel like a kid yet people around me are settling down and getting married and making babies. Isn’t that scary? We’re too young to be doing all that grown-up stuff.
The country runs better with a good-looking man in the White House. I mean, look at what happened to Nixon. No one wanted to fuck him, so he fucked everyone.
(Source: sexandthecity-)
A note on one night stands
I want to let the computer tech browse my Yahoo! He looks like he has a big hardrive with a lot of RAM.
There once was a single woman who lived with a cat …
How cliché.
Anyway, I refuse to form a friendship with my cat. I see him as just a living entity that resides with me. But I refuse to get rid of him because he keeps me company, even if it just involves him sitting on the opposite end of the couch as me.
I refuse to call him by his name, because we’re not friends. I call him “Cat.”
When I’m feeling “friendly,” I call him “Mr. Cat”. And whenever I need to speak with him for whatever reason, I do it with a British accent so that we maintain that distance between us.
