I like Marisa’s dream. I used to imagine running a little place like that, serves tea and coffee, maybe soft drinks. A sandwich, soup and salad for the day, then a cake or pie of the day. It would be painted a soft blue with some kind of flowered wallpaper and the tables would be soft blue and white checkerboard. There would be vases of flowers on all the tables.
I love how she had to specify it’s Maine and not Oregon.
Portland, Maine is the original. Portland, Oregon is just a feeble shadow. [sarcasm]
“What are your goals?”
“To one day see you crushed emotionally, physically, and professionally, and then point and laugh at you.”
I like Marisa’s dream. I used to imagine running a little place like that, serves tea and coffee, maybe soft drinks. A sandwich, soup and salad for the day, then a cake or pie of the day. It would be painted a soft blue with some kind of flowered wallpaper and the tables would be soft blue and white checkerboard. There would be vases of flowers on all the tables.
“if you’re gonna shit all over my dreams, I’ll shit all over yours, asshole”