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Originally Posted by debaser i love this show...they are all a bunch of spolied malibu barbies. the daughters all look like prostitutes.
slade is hot as fuck, i'd jump him in a second. | did you see that episode where he met this big ceo or whatever and the big ceo was checking his emails on a plasma screen completely ignoring slade? thats when i realized slade was a loser and that meeting emasculated him.
i love when the girls go out for a girls night out. all orange, fake breasted, bleach blonde...again, i dont know whether i feel depressed or amused. more amused, i guess. they actually have money and I dont.
__________________ The fresh heartbreak was, in a sense, like being in a foreign country; everything seemed alien, brilliant and glinting. It was as if I’d been flayed, so that even the air hurt. When you’re that unhappy, any glimmer of beauty or consolation feels like running into an old friend abroad, or seeing mountaintops through smog. Maybe we mistakenly think we want “happiness,” which we tend to picture in very vague, soft-focus terms, when what we really crave is the harder-edged intensity of experience. |