ponka
petak, 23.04.2010.
Like anyone else, there are days I feel beautiful and days I don't, and when I don't, I do something about it.
I don't own a cell phone or a pager. I just hang around everyone I know, all the time. If someone wants to get a hold of me, they just say 'Mitch,' and I say 'what?' and turn my head slightly.
I heard them shouting through the muffling canvas of the bag, and then I was being impersonally hauled to my feet by my wrists, my arms wrenched up behind my back, my shoulders screaming.
You need only reflect that one of the best ways to get yourself a reputation as a dangerous citizen these days is to go about repeating the very phrases which our founding fathers used in the struggle for independence.
I write because I'm afraid to say some things out loud.
The happiest is the person who suffers the least pain; the most miserable who enjoys the least pleasure.
The strongest possible piece of advice I would give any young woman is: Don't screw around, and don't smoke.
We owe something to extravagance, for thrift and adventure seldom go hand in hand.
