(August 14, 2013 at 5:31 pm)Crossless1 Wrote: As evidence of just how low I'll sink to get laid, I endured "The Notebook" to placate my demonic, estrogen-spraying fiancé. No amount of Clorox will wash the bad taste from my mouth, and all the insulin in the world would be insufficient to bring my blood sugar back to within a normal range.
I'm plotting my revenge for the weekend: a double feature of "The Dirty Dozen" and "Fight Club."
I'm sorry, but who in their right minds chooses the Notebook over the Fight Club..?
When I was young, there was a god with infinite power protecting me. Is there anyone else who felt that way? And was sure about it? but the first time I fell in love, I was thrown down - or maybe I broke free - and I bade farewell to God and became human. Now I don't have God's protection, and I walk on the ground without wings, but I don't regret this hardship. I want to live as a person. -Arina Tanemura