“Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping … waiting … and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir … open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us … guides us. Passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love … the clarity of hatred … the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we’d know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank. Without passion, we’d be truly dead.”—
My friend was the mad hatter (a fantastic costume all from goodwill the hour before) and went around with tea cups pouring booze out of his china tea pot (HOW DIDN’T THEY BREAK?) offering “tea” to everyone around, calling people “fine gents” etc …god this halloween was so great.
Is it cool to take a shower while my roommate is throwing a party in our apartment? I really need one and I’m kind of cool with listening to Soulja Boy while I do so… but there is also a very drunk girl outside the bathroom door right now that is on the very of tears (and laughing) talking about how much she needs to go pee and subsequently play kings.