Now?” Cooper looks back at me with a joyous grin. “Now we live happily ever after.
I opened the door and went inside, calling “I’m home!” Except that I wasn’t, really. Because home meant something else to me now, and had for quite awhile. And he didn’t live there anymore.
Lots of people go through life not having the slightest idea what names to put in the blanks on their “Who Am I?” work sheets, and they aren’t bothered in the least by it.
Detention. That’s what you get at the Junipero Serra Mission Academy when you sucker punch your stepbrother on school grounds and a teacher happens to notice.
Dr. and Dr. Moscovitz seemed kind of surprised when all ten of us – twelve, if you count Lars and Wahim – showed up at their door. They were especially surprised to see Michael; they hadn’t realized he’d left his room.
Or there’s peer tutoring. Oh my god. I’m tutoring the cutest little second grader right now. I totally taught her how to stay within the lines with her eyeshadow.
Thanks a lot for inviting assorted randos from my past to my wedding reception, Father D. Who else can I expect to show up? If you say the Backstreet Boys, I won’t be held responsible for my actions.
It’s like I’ve struck a blow for dweebs everywhere, or something.
How many times do I have to tell you, Amelia? Men are like little woodland creatures. You have to lure them to you with tiny breadcrumbs and soft words of encouragement. You cannot simply whip out a rock and conk them over the head with it.
God made us sisters, but life made us friends.
Above his chest hung a set of barbells. I would not have liked to hazard a guess as to how much weight he was lifting, but allow me to assure you, with enough reps, I was quite sure he’d have no trouble heaving Debbie Mancuso out the window in the event of a fire. Which is all a girl really needs out of a boyfriend, if you ask me.
You know, there’s nothing wrong with admitting you’re depressed. Many, many people have suffered from depression. Having depression doesn’t mean you’re crazy, or a failure, or a bad person.
A smile is your friend – and also your best weapon. Show a friendly face, and your enemy will be so charmed, he’ll never know what hit.
It’s just that one thing I’ve learned from all of this is that we don’t have very much time here on Earth. So why waste it putting up with other people’s crap?
We’d be the Joystick Order. Out motto would be High Score for One, Pizza for All.
Each caress leaving my nerve endings feeling as tingly as if they’d just been kissed by a shooting star, landing on my skin and leaving it as glistening as a newly formed galaxy.
All those guys on the wrestling team, though – they scare me. And they’re so homophobic... well, you can’t help wondering about their sexual orientation, I mean they all think I’m gay, but you wouldn’t catch me in a pair of tights grabbing some other guys inner thigh.
I know they have palm trees in Southern California. I mean I’m not a complete moron, I’ve watched 90210, and everything.
There’s no such thing as crazy. There’s no such thing as normal, either.
Still, when someone who is mistreated in their home travels very far and under horrible conditions to get to yours, shouldn’t you at least offer them shelter and something to eat and drink until they sort things out? It seems like common courtesy to me.