27.10.2004, 10:51
mir gefallen die Sachen immer voll gut, die Carrie in ihrer Columne schreibt, aber den genauen Wortlaut weià ich nimmer
"Do we have to get past our present to get to the future?"
Samantha: All married couples stop having sex eventually.
Miranda: That's not true, you've had sex with plenty of married people.
Samantha: That's how I know!
Carrie: I like my money right where I can see it: hanging in my closet.
Carrie: "Some people are settling down, some people are settling and some people refuse to settle for anything less than butterflies."
Miranda: How long have you two known eachother?
Bobby: Oh letâs say Cats was just kittens (Charlotte looks confused)
Cats. The musical? Hello-o?!
Charlotte: Oh I loved Cats!
Bobby: Medic!
Carrie: When it comes to say âI doâ, is a relationship really a relationship without the zsa zsa zsu?
und eines meiner All-Time-Favorites:
So many roads, so many detours. So many choices, so many mistakes. As we drive along this road called life; occasionally a gal would find herself a littleâ¦. lost. And when that happens, I guess she has to let go of the coulda, shoulda, woulda, buckle up and just keep going. As we speed along this endless road to a destination called âWho we hope to beâ I canât help but whine: âAre we there yet?â
"Do we have to get past our present to get to the future?"
Samantha: All married couples stop having sex eventually.
Miranda: That's not true, you've had sex with plenty of married people.
Samantha: That's how I know!
Carrie: I like my money right where I can see it: hanging in my closet.
Carrie: "Some people are settling down, some people are settling and some people refuse to settle for anything less than butterflies."
Miranda: How long have you two known eachother?
Bobby: Oh letâs say Cats was just kittens (Charlotte looks confused)
Cats. The musical? Hello-o?!
Charlotte: Oh I loved Cats!
Bobby: Medic!
Carrie: When it comes to say âI doâ, is a relationship really a relationship without the zsa zsa zsu?
und eines meiner All-Time-Favorites:
So many roads, so many detours. So many choices, so many mistakes. As we drive along this road called life; occasionally a gal would find herself a littleâ¦. lost. And when that happens, I guess she has to let go of the coulda, shoulda, woulda, buckle up and just keep going. As we speed along this endless road to a destination called âWho we hope to beâ I canât help but whine: âAre we there yet?â
ich hab die schnauze voll, ich geh schaukeln...