9) I’ve had a few poems written about me (no songs, unfortunately), but the most interesting one by far was the homeless guy who stopped me outside of Starbucks just to ask me my name so he could write a beautifully poetic acrostic poem on a tiny manila envelope. I still have it somewhere.
30) my right hand hit my secondary monitor, and my left hand hit my primary monitor. welcome to my workstation.
40) …shut up, Joel. I’m getting my permit tomorrow. really.
57) yeah, this one guy, he kinda totally stole my heart, and now I’m gonna, like, marry him and stuff. but also it’s a selectively open relationship so there’s that. (also your girlfriend is my secret girlfriend SUCKA SUCKA)
65) if it’s in your mouth, you might as well go ahead and swallow.
69) I HAVE NEEDS OKAY.
92) just half an hour? dammit. um… there was a table read of my script, once upon a time, after I’d met Jake but before we’d become a thing, and our legs touched under the table and we were both paying way more attention to that fact than to the table read while pretending we didn’t even notice. and even then I knew it was a turning point. it’s burned into my memory but I’d love to live it again.