Me: I sometimes like to pronounce "v"s as "w"s when I speak... and pretend I have a Latvian accent.
Julie: Um... and you wonder why you're single.
You know, we’re like Oreos. We like to be the cream filling of a tan man cookie sandwich.
Seriously, what do other people think and text about if not the meaning of life, the constant struggle between logic and emotion, the difficult decisions among wants and needs, and the conflict and joy of this all?
“Our minds are like an eccentric lady’s basement and other people’s minds are like a temperature controlled museum.”
Someone stimulate my brain before I go insane.