Here is the proof. It has it all! Oh. Yes, SATC that is.
The philosophical angle:
'May be the past is like an achor holding us back. May be you have to let go of who you were... to become who you will be.'
The truth you want to tell but are too polite to mention:
Prelude:
S: 'I don't always have time to read your column."
C: 'OK then. Wow. Even my friends find me irrelevant...'
M: 'I read it every week!'
And here it comes:
S: 'You have a little man hanging from your breast, what else are you gonna do?'
(For the unenlightened: the little man is referring to a new born baby.)
The ring you want, but perhaps not the lead up to it:
'The 'hope that fucker doesn't break my heart again' diamond.'
The drug we are all on:
'Is hope a drug we need to go off of, or is it keeping us alive? What's the harm in believing?'
What a christening really is...:
M: 'He has to get baptised and wear a dress.'
C: 'Baby's first drag show. It's a very odd tradition!'
What dating really is...:
'Most first dates are like job interviews with cocktails.'
And I could go on and on...
Me: 'My name is PAM. I'm a SATC addict.'
All: 'Hi PAM.'
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