Maccers ponders the imponderable: Fratty called me last night ... Why do the boys you don't care about like you?
I dunno.
I always thougt that the question was more like Why do the girls you like don't care about you?
Maccers ponders the imponderable: Fratty called me last night ... Why do the boys you don't care about like you?
I dunno.
I always thougt that the question was more like Why do the girls you like don't care about you?
Ah, yes. Why do the boys I like never like me? And why do I never like the boys that like me? I think I must just be difficult.
And, Paul, you gotta stop those intense pen-pal relationships with prisoners. (Even the female ones.) They’ll never lead anywhere good.
why couldn’t it all just be easier?
Well, for one, I think that life would be a lot less interesting, albeit a hell of alot easier…
uh, well could you please just make today easier? i have a major project due and a test and i’m sleep deprived. so much so that i’m drinking coffee and i never drink coffe.
Thank you, Paul. It is that question which I have asked myself thousands of times during my now-fifteen-year unrequited obsession with Joan Van Ark of TV’s Knots Landing.