A blank canvas was embedded in my memory. It unraveled a parade of hope, that one day it would all make sense.
God this woman is screaming for a makeover! I’m her only hope!
Ugh Andy. Be serious. You are not trying. You are whining. What is it that you want me to say to you, huh? Do you want me to say, ‘Poor you, Miranda’s picking on you. Poor you, poor Andy’? Hmm? Wake up, six! She’s just doing her job. Don’t you know that you are working at the place that published some of the greatest artists of this century? Halston, Lagerfield, de la Renta? And what they did, what they created was greater than art. Because you live your life in it. Well not you, obviously, but some people. You think this is just a magazine? Hmm? This is not just a magazine? This is a shining beacon of hope for.. oh, I don’t know.. let’s say a young boy growing up in Rhode Island with 6 brothers pretending to go to soccer practice when he was really going to sewing class and reading Runway under the covers at night with a flashlight. You have no idea how many legends have walked these halls and what’s worse, you don’t care. Cause this place where so many people would die to work, you only deign to work. And you want to know why she doesn’t kiss you on the forehead and give you a gold star on your homework at the end of the day. Wake up, sweetheart.
Do you know why I hired you? I always hire the same girl. Stylish, slender, of course… worships the magazine. But so often they turn out to be.. I don’t know, disappointing and um… stupid. So, YOU with that impressive résumé and the big speech about your so-called work ethic, I um, I thought you would be different. I said to myself, go ahead. Take a chance. Hire the.. smart, fat girl. I had hope. My God. I live on it. Anyway, you ended up disappointing me more than, um.. more than any of the other silly girls.
Love is like driving a car at night: you never see further than your headlights, but you make the whole trip anyway.
And when it rains on your parade, look up rather than down. Without the rain, there would be no rainbow.
A friend is like a rainbow: they brighten your life when you’ve been through a storm.
Dear Diary, this morning is different. There is change. I can sense it. Feel it. I’m awake. For the first time in a long time, I feel completely and undeniably wide awake. For once I don’t regret the day before it begins. I welcome the day. Because I know I will see her/him again. For the first time in a long time, I feel good.
You do what you have to do. I just wanna let you know that I still believe in us and I’m not giving up on that.
For months after mom and dad died I felt like crap. Like nothing-really-even-mattered crap. Now all of a sudden I get these moments and things started to feel just a little bit better and Vicki was in every single one of them. So you may not see it but trust me keeping me away from her is not for the best.