Me: What are you still doing here (in the office)?! Friend: Waiting for my boyfriend. Sad. Me: I’m waiting for an FA. I win. And such are the woes of advertising.
I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or...– Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via bookmania)
Intoxication from 8PM-2AM. (Almost) Ladies Night. Deadly shots. Advertising woes. Endless chit-chatting. Job title dropping. Fitting into the UP and Poveda crowd. Chilling like villains. Capping sentences with “what the fuck” and “like putangina”. Closing the bar, challenged to be sober enough for work the next day. Thank you, partner-in-crime. And happy birthday!...
jhnmyr: Officially back on track as of today. Doc says all clear. Ends an 8-month period of extreme patience and a real head trip… Back to it… See you soon. Yay, finally!
Me: He has a girlfriend na! Heartbreak. A bottle of vodka is in order! Andrew: Don’t give up! Me: Huhu. No! I will just sulk and play “What Hurts the Most” endlessly. Andrew: How did they meet ba?! Me: They met in church yata? Andrew: Oh. Then let me play “What Hurts the Most” for you. In full blast. With woofer. Me: What ever happened to “don’t give...
George (to Meredith): You don’t get to choose. I know you’ve been going through a bad time. I know you miss Shepherd. And I know that your life has, admittedly, been pretty unpleasant these days. You get points for breathing in and out. You get to be a little selfish. But you don’t get to choose a dog over me… I’m George. I sleep down the hall from you. I buy your...
It's so painful to be a Mark/Lexie fan.
incessantlycold: darkk-light: It’s been what, 3 years? Show you’ve been jerking us around for THREE FREAKIN’ YEARS. What have we ever done to you?! Three years and yet here we are. Still. Waiting.
Whenever I’m having doubts and fears, why do I always have to fuckin’ face all ‘em shit? Can’t I sulk and wallow? Can’t I chill inside my misery? Can’t I do that? Can’t I be weak until I choose to be strong again? Because until I decide to head on with life, guns blazing, I want to stay in bed, drown in my pillows, and just feel like I’m going to...
Now would you look at that. I think this is the closest I could get to finding a spot near my workplace where I could have my Grey’s Anatomy moment whenever, wherever. Krave Bar, I am out to get you!