Next year at this time, we're going to be hanging out with some new bunch of friends we met at college. People we don't even know exist yet.
I'll tell you what I think. I think you need to stay indoors reading more books!
Girls were like that, though- they had to know things. They had to plan.
Tinsley hated the thought of people greeting her with Where's Julian? It was like once you were a couple, you ceased to exist as an individual. It made her a little sick to her stomach.
Sometimes a b.f.f makes you go W.T.F but without them we'd all be a little less richer in our lives .
She closed Dan's door and walked down the hall to her room. He makes a good boyfriend, she repeated to herself. What the hell was that suppose to mean? She didn't just want a good boyfriend. She wante...
But she'd wanted him there and there he was. A lamb ready for slaughter.
: You and Kara, huh? So that’s why we’ve never hooked up!: No. That would be because I hate you. :) Oh.
Don’t ever let anyone tell you should be happy with what you have. There’s always more, and there’s no reason you shouldn’t have it all.
But I like labels, she admitted. They make everything so much clearer. Her sister Bree always told her she liked things to be wrapped up too neatly, and that part of the point of life was its messines...
It's fine. Brett shrugged, suppressing the urge to say something like, The drugs are okay, but the sex is lousy. But she didn't want her suddenly nun-like sister to have a heart attack before Brett go...
She was doing that thing some people do when they act nice and chipper and interested, while just below the surface they’re thinking really mean thoughts, and you can never call them on it because the...
Poor Nate was always on the verge of saying how he really felt, but he didn't want to make a scene or say something he might regret later. Instead, he kept quiet and let other people steer the boat, w...
Most people were raised to believe they are just as good as the next person. I was always told I was better.
The only way to tolerate the thought of her mother sleeping with that man was to get drunk-very drunk.
Tyler refused to listen to CDs, insisting that real vinyl records were the only way to go. Blair worried her brother was turning into a loser.
The jukebox changed to Elvis’s Don’t Be Cruel, and Tinsley smiled her patented Carmichael smile, the one that seemed to say, I’m holding all the cards, but be honored that I’ve let you play.
Instead, she poured herself another drink. Tinsley was horrible, yes, but at least she was open about it. Callie couldn’t help feeling like Brett and Jenny were just as bad … just more secretive. But...
Destiny is for losers. It's just a lame excuse for letting things happen to you instead of making them happen.
Oh my god, she couldn't help thinking. I have hairy legs and I'm going to die alone.