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About Heather
  • Starting my new life
Favorite Quotes
  • "what's you last name? . . . same as adam's . . . what, samual adams?"

    Good friends will take your drink away from you when they think you've had to much, BEST friends will take one look at you stumbling around and say, "Bitch, you better finish that!"

    "There are no absolutes in love or life, just VODKA!"

    "Awww jeez do i look like i'm married?"

    haha steph, "Is he talking on a cell phone?"

    "You don't want to marry a floosy"

    5,6,11,8 . . . . shoot!

    "Re Ree! Go eat your dinner Joel"

    He who joyfully marches to music in rank and file has already earned my contempt. He has been given a large brain by mistake, since for him the spinal cord would fully suffice.
    -Albert Einstein

    Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.


    "Dark star crashes, pouring its light into ashes.
    Reason tatters, the forces tear loose from the axis.
    Searchlight casting for faults in the clouds of delusion.
    Shall we go, you and I while we can
    Through the transitive nightfall of diamonds?"

    " Humor is the only test of gravity, and gravity of humor; for a subject which will not bear raillery is suspicious, and a jest which will not bear serious examination is false wit."
    - Aristotle

    "There are lots of ways of being miserable, but there's only one way of being comfortable, and that is to stop running round after happiness. If you make up your mind not to be happy there's no reason why you shouldn't have a fairly good time. "
    - Edith Wharton

    "Yeah, there were horses, and a man on fire, and I killed a guy with a trident."

    "Well, um, actually a pretty nice little Saturday, we're going to go to Home Depot. Yeah, buy some wallpaper, maybe get some flooring, stuff like that. Maybe Bed, Bath, & Beyond, I don't know, I don't know if we'll have enough time."
    - Old School