Whatever happened to chivalry? Does it only exist in 80ís movies? I want John Cusack holding a boom box outside of my window. I wanna ride off on a lawnmower with Patrick Dempsey. I want Jake from Sixteen Candles waiting outside the church for me. I want Judd Nelson thrusting his fist into the air because he knows he got me. Just once, I want my life to be like an 80ís movie, preferably one with a really awesome musical number, for no apparent reason. But no, no, John Hughes did not direct my life.
What better way to share my private thoughts than to broadcast them to the internet?
There are always two sides of a story.
Olive: Ugh. Worst song ever...
(cue montage of Olive singing and dancing along to said song all weekend)
Marianne: Seems as if someone's on a downward spiral.
Olive: Seems as if someone's practicing the mundane activities she'll be saddled with the rest of her pathetic life.
Marianne: I just hope for your sake, you at least had the good sense to use protection.
Olive: Why? Your parents didn't.
Marianne: You're going to hell.
Marianne: I can assure you, I won't.