He looked at her with amazement. “I don’t understand how someone so beautiful can be so destructive around others.”
With complete seriousness and the most gentle look in her eyes she said, “Sometimes the prettiest of flowers are the most poisonous.”
I feel like I’m not quite balanced on the scale of life yet. Relationships, responsibilities, work, and family just haven’t ever been even for me.
Me: What are your plans for St. Patty’s weekend?
Alyssa: I have to fucking work until 7, and then I’m attending the pub crawl. *squints eyes and glares at me* Why?
Me: Do you want to like, hang out with me? I don’t have anyone to go with.
Alyssa: Seriously? Hell yeah, I was all worried I was going to show up alone and everyone would be shit faced by then but if you come with me it won’t be so bad. I’ll pick your ass up and everything.
Alyssa: *looks at Jen* Fuckin A. That means I gotta compete with this bitch over here. She’s going to have her fucking eyelashes, red lips, fuckin stilettos and a little dress or some shit. And I’m just going to have like a green hat or something. Fuck.