”Okay, hey, I have something to say to you, man. I brake for birds. I rock a lot of polka dots. I have touched glitter in the last 24 hours. I spend my entire day talking to children. And I find it fundamentally strange that you’re not a dessert person. That’s just weird and it freaks me out. And I’m sorry I don’t talk like Murphy Brown and I hate your pantsuit. I wish it had ribbons on it or something to make it just slightly cuter. And that doesn’t mean I’m not smart and tough and strong.
Visit the World the world is talking about.
Walt Disney World- EPCOT Center Print Advertisement 1982
(Love the picture. Perfect juxtaposition of EPCOT’s themes; old world culture serving as the basis for a grand, and all encompassing future. )
Only because Epcot is my other home…
“You will. I promise,” he says, and bends over and gives me a kiss.
“I want to go home now,” I say.
“Tell you what. You go back to sleep and dream of home. And you’ll be there for real before you know it,” he says. “Okay?”
military, shot, married, beaten, no one cares, bipolar, knocked up, depression, girl gone wild, no one fucking likes you, lesbian, gay, whore, nerd, dead, who the fuck are those two.
Um…. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t make sure to sit in the front half of a plane, as close to the wing and the emergency exit as possible, just because of Lost…
