“fine! i cared. i’m a girly girl. i like boys, and i don’t like it when they’re mean to me, and i don’t like it when they stop kissing me and start kissing my friends, i’m not that cool, i’m not juno, homeslice.”
“so, no matter what i do, hooray for me because i’m a great guy? it’s all good? no matter how many dogs i kill, i just do an inventory and accept? i mean, you backed your truck over your own kid and you like, accept that? what a load of crap!”
“life is just blah, blah, blah. you hope for blah. and sometimes you find it. but mostly it is blah. and waiting for blah. and hoping you are right about the blah’s you made and then just when you think you have the whole blah damned thing figured out and you are surrounded by the ones you blah death shows up. and blah blah blah."