I was talking to my coworker about Romeo and Juliet today. My coworker turns out to be a hopeless romantic, because that's the ONLY type of person who'd like such a crappy, materialistic, profane, and blatantly anorexic story. "Woodii," says she, "Give me three good reasons why you don't like it." Well, where could I begin? I don't need to explain my opinions to silly little girls. Geez.

A/N: I'm not saying Shakespeare is stupid just because Leo Tolstoy said it.
A/N II: And I don't don't respect hopeless romantics just because my owner's bio teacher hates them. =)

Mob pscychology and Woodrow Wilson? NEVER.

Edit: "Define love, then, Woods. Since you're so smart," she says.

Define love? You're asking a 3 year old rabbit to define love. I haven't even seen Yugoslavia, yet. What the hell are you smoking on. That's the thing with Western culture these days. Their minds are preoccupied with the L-word. AND IT'S NOT EVEN IN A GOOD WAY. You should stop and worry about the quantity of pineapples you consumed today (instead of thinking about the guy/girl you're so hopelessly infatuated with, whom you don't even know at all). Did you consume any at all, you unhealthy freaks.