College is breaking my spirit. Every single day, telling me things I don't know. It's making me feel stupid.
I've got a lot of Glory bubbling from my belly at the moment!
You know what I mean Jose?
Is East Angular abroad?
We're young. We're supposed to drink too much. We're supposed to have bad attitudes and shag each other's brains out.
It's not you, it's me.
You better know yourself if you're talking to me, little girl.
You look like Gandhi... no, wait, not Gandhi, the other one... Bono.
Just promise me we won't do anything else with them. I want to go back to being weird. I like being weird. Weird is all I've got. That and my sweet style.
Sex is for two things: making babies and revenge.