"If you stopped to think for one second, wouldn't you guess that telling me about Kim and Jackson would make me insane? That it would poison my whole day and possibly my entire future life with horrible nude bodies and penises that I don't want to think about?"
Katarina sighed. "Don't jump all over me 'cause Jackson broke up with you," she said. "It's not my fault."
"It's your fault that I have to think about the two of them naked," I yelled. "Just leave me off your penis information list from now on."
(143)
Katarina sighed. "Don't jump all over me 'cause Jackson broke up with you," she said. "It's not my fault."
"It's your fault that I have to think about the two of them naked," I yelled. "Just leave me off your penis information list from now on."
(143)
When he exited the bathroom, his parents were sitting
together on his bed. It was never a good sign when both his parents
were in his room at the same time. Over the years it had meant:
1. Your grandmother/grandfather/Aunt
1. Your grandmother/grandfather/Aunt
-Suzie-whom-you-never-met-but-trust-me-she-was-nice-and-it's-a-shame is dead
2. You're letting a girl named Katherine distract you from your studies
3. Babies are made through an act that you will eventually find intriguing but for right now will just sort of horrify you, and also sometimes people do stuff that involves baby-making parts that does not exactly involve making babies, like for instance kiss each other in places that are not on the face.
2. You're letting a girl named Katherine distract you from your studies
3. Babies are made through an act that you will eventually find intriguing but for right now will just sort of horrify you, and also sometimes people do stuff that involves baby-making parts that does not exactly involve making babies, like for instance kiss each other in places that are not on the face.
Back in the intern cubicle, the walls look like they're shifting. She
sits at her desk and grasps the mouse to the right of her computer
monitor, checking her e-mail. No new messages, she sees, and shuts the
account again quickly, before she mass-mails some incriminating message
to the entire office - I have never in my life seen so much mediocrity amassed under one roof, or perhaps, Working with all of you is like dying a very slow death
- or, even worse, before she dashes off a declaration of love to Henry.
- p. 103
- p. 103
"Hope Weaver belonged to more than a dozen nonsensical-sounding groups
including Super Totally Awesome Chick & Dudes, Mary-Kate is better
than Ashley, Gnomes are Gneat, and I Hate the Word Panties." (168)
