What the world needs now, is lurve, sweet lurve
I prefer people with somewhat acerbic temperaments. Folks who shoot straight from the hip. No nonsense types. I don’t trust people who are always or often happy and nice. The world is not a nice and happy place. And acting as though it were so makes it neither more so nor more bearable. Happy moments are sporadic, fleeting, and precious. Acting just as you feel is far more preferable than putting on a happy face. Cheer down.
Like crotch surgery performed sans anesthesia, "Sex and the City" was a clodding parade of humorless hyperbole and mind-fracturing cliche, featuring ogre-ess Sarah Jessica Parker as an inexplicable sex- and fashion icon. The only time I wanna see a bunch of broads get together and shoot the shiznat is if those broads names are Dorothy, Sophia, Blanche, and Rose, thank you.
How can you have the conviction to believe in something if you don’t have the courage to question it?
