Sunday, September 5, 2010

My heart is occupied.

Surprisingly some of the most amazing advice came from a drunk guy with a scratchy voice.
'Don't start smoking. You're too pretty to start smoking.'
'Don't get a tattoo. You're too pretty to get a tattoo.'
'Don't fall in love. Don't plan your future around a guy. Live for you. You're the only one that really cares about you. All guys are liars until they're 27. They don't 'love' you. They don't care about you. You're too pretty for that. You're easy on the eyes and you're too pretty for that. Don't trust a guy. They're just lying to you. You're too pretty for that.'
'I have one thing to say to you. Don't f*cking wreck with my son'
Why was your nose in her armpit?!
-I love her.
I can't take money from a drunk guy!
-Get used to it, sweetie.
Whoa! I just found out what hips are for!
'When I see you I get a special feeling and it made me want to talk to you.'
Oh you mean because your girlfriend dumped you and you feel lonely?
Guys are all starting to seem like they say the same things. And I can't even trust any of them because none of them are 27 ;)
Thanks for the advice, Patrick. Yeah, you are lucky to have Nicole. But I also think that you deserve her. And that she's lucky too.
This was a good labor day weekend. I love Matt and Patty. I love my family. I love that every guy is the same.
I love. I love. I love.

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