What you wear doesn't really matter much. All that matters is where you're going what you're doing while you're wearing it.

She sticks her tongue out at me and crosses her eyes. Not sure why that made me want to do her in the backseat, but to each his own, I guess.

...I watch her so much that I forget it's raining at all.

It’s like, you know, it doesn’t matter what you do, even if you try to replicate an experience down to every last detail, it’ll never be the way it was when it happened naturally the first time.

Truthfully, he lives right next to the Sexy Tree and I think that's the only thing that bothers me about this whole situation.

Why does everybody have to be with somebody? It’s a stupid delusion and a really pathetic way of thinking.

I guess sometimes the greatest memories are made in the most unlikely of places, further proof that spontaneity is more rewarding than a meticulously planned life.