What more could a girl ask for?

You
Make me feel
Clever
And
Pretty

Soulmates, or, he pulled my pigtails so I had to chase him across the playground

You love me
In your laughter
In your lies
In your insults
Luckily
I speak your
Language
So let’s be
Loudmouths
Together

And still after all that

I want to teach you
Everything
About the universe

I guess “mad” was an exaggeration

If I had known
I would have to go
To Wonderland
To find you
I would have
Started looking
For rabbit holes
A lot sooner

Meet cutes #113-115, or, The Holiday was the only chick flick I ever really liked, but it would have been better if Kate Winslet had ended up with the old guy

In a bookstore               At a coffee shop                  By the bus stop
Both our hands will         I will spill my nonfat latte       It will start to rain so I’ll
Fall on the same book     On your argyle sweater         Let you share my umbrella

After a little bit of clever dialogue
And a lot of smiles
We will fall in love
If not with each other
At least with being adorable
Later on you’ll be fond of saying
You had me at

David Sedaris                Clumsy me                       Lovely weather we’re having

And everyone will be able to guess
The rest of the story
Or at least that it ends with a wedding
Even though the interesting part
Doesn’t come until after that

Well, this is promising

Let me love you
Familiarly
Like
An old pair of shoes
That fit just right
(I would polish you
But that would
Diminish
Your appeal)

Jim’s quest for the meaning of life, and sex

Jim was angry and complex, and his intensity was reflected in his choice of careers.
He had been to college, but nothing there really sparked his interest so naturally he moved back home and became a novelist. Jim was not a particularly gifted writer, but when it comes to novels the only necessary quality is stubbornness, and that he had plenty of. His first book, which received mixed reviews, was notable only for its semi-autobiographical nature—once the people in Orange City realized that he had simply changed the name of their town to Bluesville, they all bought copies and obsessively searched for hints of themselves in the characters. This was good publicity for the town, but not so good for Jim’s ex-girlfriend Lucy, who was more than a little upset when she saw that Jim had portrayed her as a crazy bitch who became a coke-addicted prostitute in Vegas by the end of the book.

The pageant

We can
All
Be beautiful
But just
In different ways

It was so ugly that I knew it had to be the truth

The end of my love for you
Was like the death of a star
Or roadkill
I could only see the effects
Like a hole in the sky
Or a bloody corpse
On the side of the road

The important things, or, he laughed really hard when I said Quentin Tarantino so I knew he was the one

You
Are so much
Funnier
Than him
I don’t even
Care that
You’re not as
Attractive
And also
You usually
Laugh
At my jokes
Which helps
A lot