"You're a rotten driver," I protested. "Either you ought to be more careful, or you oughtn't to drive at all."
"I am careful."
"No, you're not."
"Well, other people are," she said lightly.
"What's that got to do with it?"
"They'll keep out of my way," she insisted. "It takes two to make an accident."
"Suppose you met somebody just as careless as yourself?"
"I hope I never will," she answered. "I hate careless people. That's why I like you."

my favourite character in the great gatsby has always been jordan. she was the real femme fatale. not daisy. daisy was always far too wimpy for me. something cold about jordan always made me adore her. aloof maybe. gawd she is flawed. but i always thought she was pretty damn romantic... in her own way.

"Let's get out," whispered Jordan, after a somehow wasteful and inappropriate half-hour; "this is much too polite for me."

oh baby.
i want to be a guy. just so i can funnel all my energy into woo-ing hilary duff. wait, it gets better. once woo-ed, she will of course tumble into bed with me and we will fuck like animals (im sure she's a dirty slut). anyways, what i am getting at is that i want to be a male to woo her into bed just so that mid-coitus, i can scream out... "I'M STUFFING DUFF!!!" get it? duff's stuff? lol. and then i will always be able to say... "i stuffed duff." o gawd. i am grande.