Last night, I watched that episode when she finds out that Big's engaged. Carrie says “Maybe some women aren't meant to be tamed. Maybe they just need to run free til they find someone just as wild to run with them.”
I actually hate this quote because it always seems to be a favorite with dumb sorority girls who like to dance on the bar and do body shots. Nevertheless, I was thinking about it and it is sort of true.
Some of us are fucking crazy, some of us will never like the color pink, and some of us think too much. There are a lot of us out there, and we are absolutely nuts.
I'm neurotic, and my head is my favorite place to go. I love tesco, and I have a white trash streak that runs down to my core. I get drunk, I run around in circles, and I fall constantly. I am a hot mess. So don't try to keep up, just smile and nod. Show up at my place, tell me I'm pretty, take me to the park, buy me a sandwich, bring me home, awkwardly try to kiss me goodnight, then text me the next day and we'll see what's up from there.
That's all you have to do, because honestly, it doesn't matter how hard you try or whether or not you can figure out the "real me," unless you will eat chinese food in bed and laugh hysterically when I finally tell you the silk manoon story, don't waste your time.
That's all you have to do, because honestly, it doesn't matter how hard you try or whether or not you can figure out the "real me," unless you will eat chinese food in bed and laugh hysterically when I finally tell you the silk manoon story, don't waste your time.
My sister thinks that we will probably die alone, playing the sims and I think she could be right.
That being said, I'd rather be crazy than boring.
So here's to you, all my crazies, we'll go cat shopping together.
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