this blog is like a box of chocolates. I read a lot. I want tin can roses. I drink too much Lady Grey. I recite film lines to myself when I feel sad. I eat a lot of apple strudel. and this is my masterlist.
& i've left for a while. but why?
basement fighter(s)
Woman, why don’t you be answerin’ any of my pages?
I hate when you call me ‘woman’!
Where you been all weekend? What’sup? You jeepin’ behind my back?
‘Jeepin”?!
Jeepin’.
‘Jeepin”?!!
Jeepin’.
NO. But speaking of vehicular sex…
Okay, so you’re probably going, “Is this like a Noxzema commercial or what?” But seriously, I actually have a way normal life for a teenage girl.
- Clueless (1995)
