Joyce’s Reviews > My Killer Vacation > Status Update

You’re inside me for good too, Taylor. From the first second I saw you to the last second I’m given. Stay with me. Watch me prove it.

One day we’ll merge your fringed throw pillows with my functional man $h!t and we’ll be in one place. Our place. When you’re ready.

If we’re going to share a bed - and by if I mean when - you’ll be too worn out to wear anything but whisker burns and the top sheet.

You’ve written me off. Okay. Tell me you feel something for me and I’ll write myself back in. I’ll bust my @$$ doing it.

You made me remember I love Boston. Because you reminded me of what home feels like. You made me call my brother. Because you made me remember what love feels like. I’m not walking away from you. We’re going to fight until we meet in the middle, Taylor. End of story.

I hope his long hair gets stuck in a toaster.

Savage.

I mean, not in a way that he gets electrocuted. Just in a way that is inconvenient and embarrassing.

What sounds better to you? Going back on the road like some damaged desperado? Or moving in with your teacher and waking up naked with her?

Taylor wants to get married. Be a parent. Settle down and be happy.

Sounds terrible. Who wants to be happy? Gross.

… this woman who is in my head and under my skin and - might as well face it - buying up real estate in my heart, is done with me. I behaved like an @$$hole.

Anything worth doing inspires fear.