August 18, 2010
Progress, not perfection.
August 18, 2010
Make use of suffering.
August 14, 2010
Sun, sangria, and long siestas. Madrid, te voy a echar de menos.
February 24, 2010 • mail.google.com
OJ: I think I love you. BUNCHES!
PV: It makes me happy because the bunch is widely known to be the largest possible unit of LOVIN!
OJ: Its true. Except for an OJ. An OJ is unequivocally the largest unit of lovin.
PV: An OJ is also a very large unit for sexin'.
OJ: Hell yes it is.
January 26, 2010
Nothing is as it appears from without, least of all success.
January 25, 2010 • google.com

And then you find yourself writing things like “T-Swift forever” all over your notebooks, and you know that something really needs to change.

January 22, 2010
OJ: Oh, god, I'm stuck.
PV: Where are you?
OJ: In the door.
January 22, 2010 • khmerpooj

Because saying something like that is the intellectual equivalent of shouting “POOP!” So no, I’m not using sex as a weapon, I’m just saying I’ll take my clothes off again once I’m sure I’m not dating a nine-year-old boy.

January 22, 2010
From all directions. On various surfaces. In a multitude of contexts.
January 22, 2010 • khmerpooj
PV: You can't. I am covering my nose.
OJ: In what?
PV: Fingers.
OJ: I thought you would cover it in some kind of super-moisturizing nose creme to make it softer and more agile.