I was late for class this morning. I got up and realized i was going to be late so I went super-fast to do everything. I finally got to my classroom and there was a sign on the door. "Psyc 1101 is cancelled for 1/13/05." Good thing I was 40 minutes late or I'd feel ripped off or something.
You're not friends. You'll never be friends. You'll be in love til it kills you both. You'll fight, and you'll shag, and you'll hate each other til it makes you quiver, but you'll never be friends. Love isn't brains, children, it's blood. Blood screaming inside you to work its will. I may be love's bitch, but at least I'm man enough to admit it.