...to quote Evita, getting kicked out of her lover's room, "So what happens now? Where am I going to?"
...to quote Zoolander, gazing into a pothole puddle, "Who am I?"
...to quote Tiffany, whose mere mass has nearly cemented itself onto this computer lab's seat, "God, I'm so F*CKed if I don't get into law school."
Do I want to go into law school? Or do I just want to get into law school so I have the validation of not being rejected?
Do you think prostitution and an ability - hell, a keen enthusiasm - in showing my boobies to the relevant admissions officers is considered an asset?
Really, what would you answer on that question? (It's okay if I lie - I don't expect anyone really tells the truth on these things anyway, and isn't an ability to lie a sign of a good lawyer?)
"It's not always about you!!!" (But if you think I'm referring to you anyway, then I probably am.)
"Good luck returning my ass!" - Wilhemina Slater
"This is my breakfast, lunch and f***ing dinner right here. I'm not even f***in' joking." - Colin Farrell