some miley for me

I've got my sights set on you,
And I'm ready to aim,
I have a heart that will,
Never be tamed,
I knew you were something special
When you spoke my name,
Now, I can't wait to see you again...

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fine, yeah, it's a little schoolgirly to listen to this but, damn, the words are stinging harshly it's goooooood.

What. It’s love, not Santa Claus.

Script from 500 Days of Summer

[Tom’s Co-worker:] So do you have a boyfriend?

[Summer:] No. Who needs it? We’re young, might as well have fun while we can.

[Tom:] Wait. What happens if you fall in love?

[Summer:] Love. You don’t believe in that. Do you?

[Tom:] What. It’s love, not Santa Claus.

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i am loving this film. sigh.

practice mode

so yeah, max is supposed to be in practice mode right now. super.

mucky, wet things

dear miss: may i take the rest of the day off? i know it's just 10:30 but, see,
i'm up to my knees wet and my shoes and socks are soaked and my feet
feel grossly squilchy and i just can't stand it. i think i'm even
catching a faint whiff of my dilemna right now. i could take my
shoes and socks off but i'm afraid the whole floor's gonna smell
like a shoe in no time and we just can't have that, can we? so yeah,
may i have the rest of the day off, please? i'm close to losing it
here and i think i may need to buy some socks and a pair of flops
and another pair of shoes to calm myself down. also, we have a
family history of arthritis and i don't think it's healthy for me,
or anyone, for that matter, to spend a whole day with my feet
wrapped up in mucky, wet things. please?