Yep, you pretty much described in one small paragraph why we’re all here. Also, toebeans.
Okay, yeah, that would have been a little much. :)
John Lennon struggled his whole life to find peace and happiness. When he did find it, it was fleeting, and sooner or later the demons always came back. I’d like to think that eventually he’d have found peace that lasted.
Yeah, how dare you—a boy—get some insight into girls’ inner lives? You might well have been horrified at the time, but I’ll bet years later you’d have said, “Yep, I’m glad I learned about that early on.”
Lupin logic: it’s easier.
Really. That’s his justification.
I think a lot of people know they guy, but they don’t necessarily know his name.
Because she’s America’s high five? Because she’s surrounded by beautiful lakes and contains a multitude more? Because she abuts Canada? Because she’s made of two non-contiguous parts? Because her northern part contains abundant deposits of pure copper? Because she used to be covered with a mile-thick sheet of ice? Because in the Devonian she was a shallow inland sea?
But seriously, if I’m catching your drift, are you suggesting her middle initial should be J and her last name should be Cat?
Ugh, yes. A barista once tried to talk me into rosewater in my latte instead of something sensible like vanilla or hazelnut. “It’s amazing, it’s great, you’ll love it, it will change your life, etc.” No thank you, I don’t want to ruin a perfectly good coffee with grandma perfume.
And then she did it anyway, and I didn’t take it back because I couldn’t remember if I really had continued to say no, or if I gave in thinking, okay, I’ll try it once, it couldn’t be that bad. It was that bad.
Every time I remember this incident, I’m more and more sure that I said no to the rosewater, and I get mad at myself for not taking it back.
(Apologies to grandmas and to lovers of rosewater of all ages.)
There is also Lord Splendid Humility. As of Book 3, Unicorns vs. Goblins, he was dating Marigold’s sister, Florence Unfortunate Nostrils. (If there have been any developments in their relationship since then, I haven’t read them yet. Because I am only on Book 3.)
I hear ya sister. I could never be Tommy, so I strive for Burt’s calm and clearheadedness instead. Properly medicated, I can pull it off pretty well. Improperly medicated, I’m Eeyore with occasional bouts of the “Our Bitey Enemy” dog. Hyperbole and a Half got it so right. Boops of solidarity.