All I want is someone hot and funny who will make me bacon and tell me the secrets of the universe.
Nice article in The Guardian on the ‘meet cute’: “The ‘meet cute’ is Hollywood screenwriters’ name for a standard plot device in which a couple meet in a way that’s charming, ironic, or just generally amusing.”
Fractious awkwardness, nervous laughs, bumbling words, chronic faux-pas, “what a jerk!”. I love this one, an all time fave. Who wouldn’t want to get a lift with Diane Keaton.
broadway antique market
i bought this telegram, because it’s probably the best thing i’ve ever seen. i’m framing it. it cost $1.
If I could just fax this to boys, thanks.
I think I finally started feeling like an adult when the thought of calling a business or stranger on the phone and asking stuff didn’t seem completely petrifying. That moment when I was listening to the ringing and realized that I didn’t just go through the complete hypothetical conversation and settle on the exact words I would use, and then instead of panicking and hanging up I said to myself “Nah, girl you got this.” and barreled ahead like it was no big deal. Because it was no big deal.
HELLO SNAKE. I AM SNAKE TOO! WE ARE SNAKE! WHY ARE YOU NOT MOVING, SNAKE? LET ME CUDDLE YOU TO FIND OUT. SNAKE? ARE YOU ALL RIGHT? I AM CONCERNED
me thinking of gay porn in the middle of a conversation
Watching You Can Count on Me. Liking it a lot, for obvious reasons.
I’m watching 13 going on 30 and
I AM DOING THE SAME THING