Mondays
If you can be happy on a Monday, you can be happy anytime.
Penny's watching a movie on the downstairs computer; Jack's watching a movie on a DVD player; I'm up here monitoring my twitter feed. Yup. It's family night.
Bed is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to tuck you in.
A very slight timeline. Interesting though. Found here.
OZ: The monkey's the only cookie animal that gets to wear clothes, you know that? You have the sweetest smile I've ever seen. So, I'm wondering, do the other cookie animals feel sorta ripped? Like, is the hippo going, 'Hey, man, where are *my* pants? I have my hippo dignity!' And you know the monkey's just, (with a French accent) 'I mock you with my monkey pants!' And there's a big coup in the zoo.
WILLOW: The monkey is French?
OZ: All monkeys are French. You didn't know that?
Discovering the poetry of Marty McConell.
Like there's not enough humiliation in the world. Sometimes I just want to find specific people and hurt them. Bad.
I don't believe in profiling.
1. My Google Profile
