Grace’s catchphrase is: I will rule the world!
Ash’s catchphrase is: All of the homo.
Waspy’s catchphrase is: Catchphrase? lol. what catchphrase.
Molly’s catchphrase is: Yeah ●●●● you too.
Holly’s catchphrase is: No homo.
I LOVE YOU <3
28 What was the last thing that made you laugh? - That Tina Fey joke I just told you. Amazing to me.
37 Do you believe in love at first sight? - Not really. I believe in attraction at first sight, absolutely, but not love. Love, to me, comes when you get to know someone well.
40 Why did you kiss the last person you kissed? - Because he’s a wonderful blithering idiot, and I love him with my whole heart, despite his fuck ups. Also, I really like kissing.
69 Ever take dance lessons? - Yes, for the entirety of my childhood. I was not very good.
70 Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing? - For some reason I’ve always pictured having a spouse with a job they could do from home. A writer would be either an adept or terrible fit for me, an editor, with current experience leaning towards adept.
91 Best room for a fireplace? - EVERY room. We made s’mores in ours last night with straightened coat hangers. It was awesome.
Regret nothing. Not the cruel novels you read to the end just to find out who killed the cook.
Not the insipid movies that made you cry in the dark, in spite of your intelligence, your sophistication.
Not the lover you left quivering in a hotel parking lot, the one you beat to the punchline, the door, or the one who left you in your red dress and shoes, the ones that crimped your toes, don’t regret those.
Not the nights you called god names and cursed your mother, sunk like a dog in the livingroom couch, chewing your nails and crushed by loneliness.
You were meant to inhale those smoky nights over a bottle of flat beer, to sweep stuck onion rings across the dirty restaurant floor, to wear the frayed coat with its loose buttons, its pockets full of struck matches.
You’ve walked those streets a thousand times and still you end up here. Regret none of it, not one of the wasted days you wanted to know nothing, when the lights from the carnival rides were the only stars you believed in, loving them for their uselessness, not wanting to be saved.
You’ve traveled this far on the back of every mistake, ridden in dark-eyed and morose but calm as a house after the TV set has been pitched out the upstairs window. Harmless as a broken ax. Emptied of expectation. Relax.
Don’t bother remembering any of it.
Let’s stop here, under the lit sign on the corner, and watch all the people walk by."
- 'Antilamentation' by Dorianne Laux