Can't we be friends?' I hate your guts, Frankovitch' Can't our guts be friends?
And sometimes when you're very mixed-up inside, you do things you know you shouldn't do.
The upside to grief is it takes away your appetite. When people say you look good they really mean it. Nature's thoughtful that way.
Our nannas are losers.
I find the term perfect child to be an oxymoron.
Society just has a way of inhibiting you, which is good and bad.